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I like to be hated, to be faded, to telling only lies.
But my dreams, they aren't as empty as my conscience.
No one knows what it's like to be the bad man, to be the sad man, behind blue eyes.
Out in the street, it's 6 a.m., another ***** night.
Three cups of coffee, but I can't clear my head from what went down last night.