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Текст: Karate. Up Nights.

I make some enemies. I try to find shit that will keep me up nights, because i know that if i'm going to do what i'm going to do it's a red-eye drive to the morning light. I swear one day that it won't have to be this way because when you're tired, at least there's sunshine.I don't hurt when people die; that is, unless they worked nights, because i know that i'm going to feel like i'm going to feel, no matter how many books i read. I swear one day that it won't have to be this way because when you're tired, at least there's sunshine. Red lights on amplifiers trigger secret problems in me. I say, 'Smoke out the window, until you heat the outside'. You've got no insurance, because insurance is a sin, and a Monday is still a Monday from this Sunday evening din you're in.