When you have million different notes, I have billion
My last alarm rings and I still wide awake
I haven’t packed my past, I just let it scattered
Some of it tied up behind the back of my brain
The ashes are my holy snow
Through the horizon, through the valley
The devils inside my head are going to blow
Ready to invade the class of fools verbally
Turning the radio on too loud
Counting down every inch of our conversation in this
roundabout
Bet my pride in a russian roulette
Only denial is the best as much as I can get
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