Here I lie on a bed of ice
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Under a sheet of broken glass
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Watching out for demons that may rise
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Echoes from inside
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Vacuum in my head
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I get on my knees to pray for a virgin day
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Let the sweetest things collide
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My girl her kiss and I will be ready to start life
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Please open the skies
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There`s nothing more helpless irresponsible and depraved
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Than me in the depths of an alcohol binge
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I never learned to say no
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So I pass out once more
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These self inflicted wounds will heal so I increase the dose again
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Oh right here I feel safe sober and clean
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Open the skies ...
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Lava
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| Emil Bulls |
