Gone

There's something I need to tell you
No one cares about your whining, son
This, that, this and that
Everything is so scarce
Everything is wrapped around a big lie
Everything is trade by a big guy, of course
But there's always poison underneath the sink
You can always put a little bit on his drink

I'm away from here
I'm gone, gone for good
There's no more lies for me
There's no more lies in me
Do you understand what I'm saying?
Can you repeat my statement?
Like a broken cassette player
With a blown microphone



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Writer(s): Living Circus
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