Walking in the woods, another clichéd city escape
They make you so tired, with the battle of day to day solo games
The best dressed dead parade, keeping tabs on the next crusade
Leave me, I say, but they were faced some other way
I'm rough, baby, I shit every day and I think about dying
But I'm rough, and I'm real
Maybe I am losing my head, losing my mind
You said many things at many times
They make you so tired, with the battle of day to day solo games
The best dressed dead parade, keeping tabs on the next crusade
Leave me, I say, but they were faced some other way
Maybe I am losing my head, losing my mind
You said many things at many times
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