All words and music by Eric W. Aittala
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Smell the cheap perfume and the cigarettes
The sweat stained sheets and the rotten sex
Another dirty whore sleeps next to me in my bed
My head hurts so much that I envy the dead
I wish I were dead
Another lost night, fragmented memories
I try and piece them all together so they make some sense to me
The more I start to remember, the more I want to forget
It’s coming back to me now, more than I care to admit
I wish I were dead
So all this shit would leave my head
But I must lie here in this bed
Smell the cheap perfume and the cigarettes
The sweat stained sheets and the rotten sex
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