Don´t blame the shame
The gray field is your last view
Pray for the dirty religion of yours
Try to get in a better place
Cause the rats will drink your spirit
Like a baby dropped on the floor
Like the feeling of being forgotten
You'll never do it again
Sorry for the trouble
But I have to dial the magic number
And listen to woman calling me in the deathbed
Oh... I lost my mind again
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