I don't want to get up from the bed
Doesn't matter monday or friday
All the shitty duties I had
Have to get out from my head
No, there's might be a light
Which says what to do with that life
So young, so drunk
Some more days and I'm a junk
The bridge is near highway
you're in the crosshairs of death
The last word you have to say
Fly like a bird, Faith
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