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Juuri kun olet onnellinen, kaikki rikkoutuu ja murtuu pienen pieniin palasiin, joissa kestää taas aikansa yhdistää ne palaset takaisin yhteen.



So if I survive then I'll see you tomorrow
Yea I'll see you tomorrow...

My legs are dangling off the edge
The bottom of the bottle is my only friend
I think I'll slit my wrists again and I'm
Gone, gone, gone, gone

My legs are dangling off the edge
A stomach full of pills didn't work again
I'll put a bullet in my head and I'm
Gone, gone, gone, gone