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I find myself in a late night establishment and i don´t know what happened to me i can see that she doesn´t know it neither so what´s her motherfucking point i see she tries to get away from the bar then i shout out loud why don´t you come over and give me some head because tomorrow we might be dead oh, come on the next morning, she is still around but i don´t even know her name i don´t want to hear the stories about her mamma or about her last bloody birthday i turn left, that´s where´s my window and i think to myself i wish i was in new york city they told me the girls there are pretty oh, come on we´re going down, we´re going down we´re going down, we´re going down so, come on (Dank an Harris Piltonic für den Text) From Letras Mania