Texty:
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Do as I say not as I do because The shit's so deep you can't run away I beg to differ on the contrary I agree with every word that you say Talk is cheap

I know that things are getting tougher When you can't get the top off from the bottom of the barrel, Wide open road of my future now... It's looking fucking

Somebody keep my balance I think I'm falling off Into a state of regression The expiration date Rapidly coming up It's leaving me behind to rank Always

Stranded, lost inside myself My own worst friend and my own closest enemy I'm branded, Maladjusted Never trusted anyone let alone myself I must insist