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he sits in a room down the dead end streetdirty old T-shirt sweating in the heathe´s got no girl and no money for a drinkno deeper way to sinkhe was looking for a job, jobs are hard to findeveryday the same things torture his mindbuilt himself a owrldto leave those troubles behindI´m sorry that world isn´t mineonce we were friends but that is long agoin1987 I decided to goI left him in his room down dead end streetnow I´ve heard he´s killed his neighbours dogjust to have a piece of meatand that is what I callno chance to retreat