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I've got no money to spend, i got no message to send, i've got no country to defend.
No more places to search, no uneaten dessert, no more falling down to the dirt.
Got my feets on the ground, i've been messing around, anymore i don't know this town.
This is happening to me, now you should see, that i'm born to be free.

I've been walking down the street. Footsteps following my feet.
Lonely life is in my desire. Doing it by my self is my admire.

Don't believe in faith, don't wanna see dieing, don't wanna feel pain, don't wanna hear crying.
I wan't to have fun, i wanna have frieds, after some beer, remember their names.
I wan't to throw up, and then drink some more, not to wake up until it's dawn.
I wan't to have kid, even two, maybe three, it depends on you.

I've been walking down the street. Footsteps following my feet.
Lonely life is in my desire. Doing it by my self is my admire.