Last Ones
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Last Ones
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Last ones
These are medals
These are medals
These are shadows
Last ones
These are medals
These are medals
These are shine on
The man is close to the door
The man asks for more
The man is close to the door
We are living
Alone
Sweet mama
Give us drugs
Give us drugs
Give us barbiturates
Sweet mama
Give us chocolate cake
Instead of it go spaghetti
Eating on the sand plate
Like cats and dogs
You state
Eating on the sand plate
We are living
Alone
My old school
Looked so yellow
Looked so yellow
Now it looks like a gray prison
My old school
Looked so yellow
Looked so yellow
Now it looks like a gray prison
The man is close to the door
He gives us the last cigarette
The man is close to the door
We are living
Alone
Alone
Alone
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