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Here I sit, shit, can't make anything of it. I got better things to do. I gotta 13, 50, 21, 653. And all i can think of is you Get a gun, some sun, then just run Forever until I die Here i go, go.....i'm going I'M GOING! [chorus] Let me eat your dietician Galvanise your beautician's Divide your divisor Decimate your integers Numbers and formulas I just seem to forget Some bastard has just fucked in The friggin alphabet. I'm dying, i'm dying, i've been dying since the day i was born Hours,days, weeks fly by My skin is getting torn Less is more, more is swell More time would be the best I want out, use my time Use it to find the rest [chorus] From Letras Mania