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Translation
My Depression Can't Go Through The Door Anymore
All alone at home with myself
Pushed into a corner by my problems
I need something immoral
Something illegal, to survive
I should call the drug help center
You never know - maybe they deliver
I know, I should go out
Yes, but my depression can't go through the door anymore
The fridge makes a lot of noise
It's because it's empty, and so am I
As for the telephone, it's the complete opposite
I want it to ring, but it wants to stay silent
May the devil take me if he wants to tonight
It'd be more fun to be in Hell than here
I know, I should go out
Yes, but my depression can't go through the door anymore
I'm sure they're having a lot of fun outside
There are many girls and drinks at the bars
I'd just need to get up and turn the damned door handle...
But I'm at home, stuck real good
I walk in circles and I count the walls
I wear out my knuckles in dark corners
Boxing with my shadow
After a round I'm the one who loses
I didn't pick the right opponent
I know, I should go out
Yes, but my depression can't go through the door anymore
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Offenbach: Top 3
| 1. | Mes blues passent pu dans' porte |
| 2. | Je chante comme un coyote |
| 3. | Ayoye |
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