al around me are familiar faces
worn out places
worn out faces
bright and early for the early races
going nowhere
going nowhere
the tears are filling up their glasses
no expression
no expression
hang my head i want to drwon my sorrow
no tomorrow
no tomorrow...
and i find it kind of funny, i find it kinda sad, the dreams in which im dying...
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Anda YA a tomarte medio litro de whisky.
YA!