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I walk home the same old streets
By grey walls and hard concrete
I see the factories’ silhouette
Oh my love I’m a poet

I am only living
When I am drinking
Cause I got no alternatives
I am out of initiatives

It’s the only life I know
To wear the streets of this town
I wear down the sidewalks home
It’s the only life I’ve learned
To wear down the sidewalks
Home of this old town

I watch the days go by
While life is on standby
But I’ve got no more time to give
We all die, but not all live