Someone
Them Old Crap
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She's look at me, with your sovereign look
My shelf is enriched by the books
One million instruments on the ground
And my hope are written as scrawl
My beer is getting warm on my side
People look at me, and I dont know why
Are the only who like my songs
Because I really dont like anyone, or someone
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Everyday I go to sleep, after 3 am
All that I do gladly, you complain
Try to blame me with your anchor chain, of words
Try the pain off my sins, all in someone
Why dont you let me think?
Why dont you let me live?
Cause everything is for you too
Struggle with do I do, with someone