Pickwick - Brother Roland | Текст песни

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In the channels of my dreams
All my greatest future hits
I sit down to a plate of nothing
In the pit hole of existence

I know
It's not even a word
My name
It means nothing

I go to die, you're telling me lies
I go to war, like a fool
My cells are shaped, like a moon
All I can do is cry

Can I really sing?
I'm standing three steps from the altar
I'm sitting by the window
As they come looking for my brother

The pusher ain't nobody's brother
All I can do is sit down and cry

A baby is to be loved
I'll watch your baby
I could use the money

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