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Here's one for the lonely nights another song you can do without sometimes it all crashes down down down again... sometimes it all crashes down. The empty days. The lonely nights The dead end streets (fuck this life) what's the fucking point? Sugar coated words and plastic smiles They're all around and it fucking makes me sick I'll spit out words but I know you'll never understand. You could never understand. Fuck you all I'm fucking gone From Letras Mania