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Artist:Funker Vogt  Album:Survivor 

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The dreams still come and go Lying wounded on a beach With shrapnel in my leg My only weapon is a knife And there is this golden fluid A bag full of tiny bottles It's a promise for relief The key for my survival So I feel, yes I feel the need To lock myself up in a room Squirt some morphine into my veins To leave this cruel world for a while And when I close my eyes

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