Boulevard V. Noir

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