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Smoke it down Until you smell the flesh burning from your finger tips You're knuckles are white From beating on the walls at night Cast your worries to the side Focus only when you get the time Gonna lose your mind It happens all the time Maybe I can tell you To keep your head up and follow through Good things will come to you I could worry myself to death about you Hope you get there safely I got your letter that you sent to me About your missery A state of suffering It's such a shame to see Years of discression and of a sound mind A suicide is for the weaker kind Maybe I can tell you To keep your head up and follow through Good things will come to you I could worry myself to death about you SongtexteHope you get there safely And your unhappyness Emotional Distress And your unhappyness Maybe I can tell you To keep your head up and follow through Good things will come to you I could worry myself to death about you Hope you get there safely And your unhappyness Emotional Distress And your unhappyness Aus Songtexte Mania