I’ve got so many troubles
I need someone to talk, my friend
I need so many people
Cause life is a scaring show to play

And I fear I’m going insane

All that deserve to part is
The courage and the strength I can’t have
These streets are swallowing my youth
for I think I’ve not seen that much, my friend

And I fear I’m going insane

There are too many people Running after their own purposes
So I’ll close myself in a phone booth Waiting for a call

Cars running by on the streets
And on their seats so many needs
I’m just as any other in this suit
A martyr or a killer, you can chose

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