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You got a sick, a sick, sick soul
You got a sick – you’re so sick, sick, sick!

Do you know what I mean when you stay in the line
To pay at the cashier and someone leaves you behind
There is no return, your hands start to shake
Of hate your eyes burn, everyone irritates
You’re quick about your car, but have to wait at the light
Before you a loser simply can’t start in time
You don’t sound the horn, cause you know it won’t help
You just want to break, break in his head

When you fall in love you don’t know what you do
You want to choke her until her face is blue
When you hug her you would hug her as hard
As all of her ribs would break in your arms

An unvisible force that you don’t understand
You can’t resist them, it controlls your hand
You’re only satisfied if you see others pain
You’ve to drink some blood instead of champaigne

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