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Now I pick up my phone Now, never back home Now I'm blaming someone Someone is calling my phone Now, having no time Now I'm wasting my time Now I'm losing myself Trying to write another line You look at me with disgust She starts to cry to me This is good enough Write some song Call him of perma fuck! No, I'm not alone You would have a love with a broken boy You would have love with a ghost And I know I found someone to love But I think I'm dying I think that I dying I think that I dying I think that I dying I think that I dying Now I pick up my phone Now, never back home Now I'm blaming someone Someone is calling my phone Now, having no time Now I'm wasting my time Now I'm losing myself Trying to write another line You look at me with disgust She starts to cry to me This is good enough Write some song Call him of perma fuck! No, I'm not alone You would have a love with a broken boy You would have love with a ghost And I know I found someone to love But I think I'm dying I think that I dying I think that I dying I think that I dying I think that I dying