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You’re always sad, you’re in gloom
And no-one waits your nasty face
They hate your look
They hate your fate
But fear your sharp and deadly lace

There’s no-one in the whole big world
Who wants you back after campaign
Who wants to feel the smell of blood
Who wants to waste their lives in vain

Why keep the rules why keep the law
When no-one wants you be the guard
Perverting meaning of your words
They leave your soul deeply scarred

You wandered vainly night by night
In search for clean and virgin soul
But no-one could stand ugly sight
And no-one want to share your dole

No love for the wicked soul
No rest for the tired body
No sun for the night creature
No air for spoiled honour

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