i don´t know why
you´re sometimes so good to me
i´m so loaded
all the time
and you see something else
of course you´re right
but i cannot get to that place
my head seems to be killing me
that´s stupid and dangerous
i should take care
many many years ago
made an emotional miscalculation
chose the absentee life
there are precious few roads back
yes, i love you
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