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IN MY ALCOHOLIK TRIPS,

I WALK ALONE AND WILD,

AND THINK AT LOST FRIENDS,

THAT SLEEP ON MOUNTAINS,

THAT FALLS,

FROM NORTH TO SOUTH,

FROM NORTH TO SOUTH.

I SCREAM AGAINST YOUR,

ETERNAL PAIN,

YOU RUN AWAY FROM US,

THAT NOT FORGET,

YOUR FACE AND YOUR SMILE,

FROM NORTH TO SOUTH,

I WACHIN’ YOU DIE.

I THINK AT SUICIDE,

AND TAKE YOUR HAND,

YOUR BODY IS BROKEN,

LIKE MY BRAIN,

I WANT TO COME WITH YOU,

NOW.

FROM NORTH TO SOUTH,

WE BURN IN HELL.