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My pain is indescribable Poor old me My head feels like a steam machine Limbs of steel My wallet´s empty, I am broke I want to scream This must come to an end Cross my heart my friend But in a week I will be lying here like Dead Again Whiskey, wine and drafted beer Never, no more A pitch-black anguish strangles me There´s no cure This must come to an end... From Letras Mania