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When I feel well and free at all I just care that I do not fall There's something inside me that lurks If I don't fight I know it hurts I have had good and bad times I've lived with thruth and lived with lies Now my luck's at a high degree 'cause I've beaten my ene . . . . . . . . . . . my my enemy my enemy my enemy my enemy The way from high to low is short Just an hour in that you're bored A sharp and endless long knife is able to destroy your life Feels like a pain inside your chest May always wake up from it's rest If your luck's at a high degree take care and fight your ene . . . . . . . . . . . my the enemy . . . . the enemy . . . . the enemy . . . . the enemy . . . . |
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