Time after time walking his hands in his pockets looking as if he had a secret to keep he said: I think my life is shit, but I got used to it I'm in but with no rules to follow I make it on my own, I'm better all alone and then he used to steal my bottle there's a chance to get along time to get strong for our brother's coming home he's been gone for so long grab some beers and gather everyone you know for our brother's coming home there is a hole I failed to find any patch for someone to give me sarcastic remarks and ask me to sit down and think when I get really deep and drink with me on Sunday morning he simply got it right, and on the hopeless nights I knew I wasn't all alone and... thrash the town, sleep in a gutter he is my friend he is my brother I say he's the one who cares, he'll be standing there on the street in the rain with a cigarette like a torn off page, like a missing puzzle piece that's finally found. pass and start another good old times are back, so rewind those tracks aw, well, before the party cracks
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