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Maybe you and me can do little bit more then business
What the hell is going on, I have no soul no feelings
You make me sick to my stomach
You can't just quit when the things get tough
I'm gonna finally fulfill my dreams
Beside the flies and crap and other stuff

I wanna run away

After what I've been through, I couldn't do it
I couldn't face the crowd, I couldn't sit though it
With all those people around
I want to be alone for a couple of hours
Is that such a big thing to double U. A. N. T.
Why don't you just hate me

Sometimes I wonder if you really care
I find myself as a very handsome millionaire

You make me sick