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Morning blurring into noonAnd I'm out of the old rustic blackI'm seeing red, I'm feeling blueAnd working on this heart attackBut I don't want it anymoreNoI don't want it anymoreBaritone the keys are brokeThe drum machines are running slowBut I wrote down everything I couldI tell you everything is goodBut I don't want it anymoreNoI don't want it anymoreAnd I never had a name beforeNo, I never played the Filthy DoorBut your Punk Rock Mom was wrongShe ain't never listened to the songBut I don't want it anymoreNoI don't want it anymoreNoI don't want it anymoreNoI don't want it anymore From Letras Mania