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Drunkard's lament

INSIDE ROARE
Drunkard's lament

The sun is burning today,
I'm thirsty.
There's nowhere to go for a drink.
The asphalt was already flowing,
I'll carry my thirty tons further.
Suddenly, as Fata Morgana stood there.
The old non-stop bar, where did it come from.

I, the fool, wanted to drink water too,
I didn't have to be here with you and drink.

Beautiful girls,
eyes empty as my glass.
Legs straight as a wire in concrete,
I only see a white clone.
The old non-stop bar, it's not a gift.
The old non-stop bar, only two are a couple.
I'm sitting here alone.

I, the fool, wanted to drink water too,
I didn't have to be here with you and drink
Written by Inside_Roare (Ivo)
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