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misery, misery my old friend
Happiness is short-lived,
Misery is too long.
Today, I am tired.
A walking corpse with a bullet in her heart.
A floating grey cloud among the blues.
Wishing the wind could blow her
to someplace new.
Misery, misery
my old friend.
Misery is too long.
Today, I am tired.
A walking corpse with a bullet in her heart.
A floating grey cloud among the blues.
Wishing the wind could blow her
to someplace new.
Misery, misery
my old friend.
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