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Chaque nuit seul chaque regret chaque écueil chaque effort donné Encore une fois j'ai laissé faire mon dos, j'ai cédé ma peau... I called in sick. I feel like shit. Barely made it home. I called in sick. I feel like shit. Barely made it home. Back to the comfort zone. Pas la force de sortir, tes reproches m'accrochent un soupir je chiale tout seul devant un verre de trop. Je coule mon radeau... I called in sick. I feel like shit. Barely made it home. I called in sick. I feel like shit. Barely made it home. Back to the comfort zone. From Letras Mania