wimpstyle - third month lyrics
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a bullet
in my arm
a man standing over me
over me
i wanted
to crash my car
i wanted
to sleep in tomorrow
there’s no job
there’s no life
that i can see myself in
i hate that
that third month
when it all becomes boring
there’s no place
there’s no one that i can call my hometown
rotten food
dirty clothes
there’s no job
there’s no life
that i can see myself in
i hate that
that third month
when it all becomes boring
there’s no place
there’s no one that i can call my homеtown
rotten food
dirty clothes
therе’s no job
there’s no life
that i can see myself in
i hate that
that third month
when it all becomes boring
there’s no place
there’s no one that i can call my hometown
rotten food
dirty clothes
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