Boulevard V. Noir

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I was sick
At the time I've got things done
And patiently
Waited for a place to hide
While they've played cards I kept listening to my songs
One was called anything can pull me down

I'm not sorry to believe
That there are many ways
To do the same things
I've got my own strings and they sound
On a way you cannot understand

Little comes from my walls
I've heard your voice inside my head
As I took a seat in Blvd V. Noir

See my hands
They're more calloused as they should
See my plans
At least I've got more than two
So let's make a sound
And go far enough where I can rest my feet

Little comes from my walls
And nothing can break me down
Need no more sleeping pills, just a drink, to pass these nights