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Isolation
So you bought a gun
While he's been dead on a jar
Desesperately
You give up to pain
Or for this whysky in the jar
Next mountain she stop
To never see him again
Next bar she was
To find another very old man
A shot!
Saturday
One more hotel
One more room cover with blood
A body is missing
On floor cigarettes
And an empty dirty jar
Next mountain she stop
To never see him again
Next bar she was
To find another very fuck old man
Another shot!
