4х01 - Criminal Hygiene - Sold in the City | Текст песни

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• 4х01 - Criminal Hygiene
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wake up early,
sleep walking to the train,
headache from the last night,
40 ounce for the pain,
every fucker in penn,
they're all the same, all the same,
but who am i to say?
i dont know, i dont know.

i dont know,
i'm going somewhere,
but have nothing to show yet,
avoiding the grind,
unsure what i'm trying to find.

subway to 4th street,
tripping 6th avenue,
heading to the bar,
almost hit by car,
every fucker downtown,
trying to sell something,
aren't we all?
i dont know i dont know,

time for the gig,
no one showed what the fuck,
drunk and broke,
i guess we need another round,
when does it end,
when did we start?
to stay or depart?
i dont know i dont know

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