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|  | Текст (слова) песни: Fury In The Slaughterhouse -  Click Song
 He sits in a room down the dead end street
 
 Dirty old t-shirt sweating in the heat
 
 Hes got no girl and no money for a drink
 
 No deeper way to sink
 
 No deeper way
 
 He was looking for a job, jobs are hard to find
 
 Everyday the same things torture his mind
 
 Built himself a world
 
 To leave those troubles behind
 
 Im sorry that world aint mine
 
 Im sorry that world aint mine
 
 Once we were friends but that is long ago
 
 In 1987 I decided to go
 
 I left him in his room down the dead end street
 
 Now Ive heard hes killed his neighbours dog
 
 Just to have a piece of meat
 
 And that is what I call
 
 And that is what I call
 
 No chance to retreat...
 
 
    
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