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Lonely souls are plenty, above parties, are empty. It takes one to know one, when you hit rock bottom is no fun. Lost feels fisticied, hit the main line and lose your feet, There's here, so conveins, rob your friends and celebrate. Fall in poppi love, a poppi love is tough, tough, tough Fall in poppi love, poppi love is rough, rough, rough. Wore on drugs have enough poppi love Had enough poppi love, poppi love, poppi love. When you hit the main line and lose your feet. Aus Songtexte Mania