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Infected

You think I'm lucky

Well, I've got news for you

I'm leaving

It's said it's done it's over yeah

In my imagination

I can free myself from every imbecile

In my imagination

I am letting go and taking all of my sweet time

The contemplation of my hesitation

Has opened both my eyes

And I see where I am yeah

And I see my destination yeah

So stop telling me I'm lucky

Infected

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I could be luck if I had a lot of money and I loved you

I could be in love if I had someone to love and I left you

Yeah I could be living if I had another chance without you

I could be happy

I could be real happy

In my configuration I'm afraid of seeing myself through your eyes

With lasting desperation I hold on I hold on I hold on

Infected it's too late

It's gone too far

There's no getting back

It's over

A whirling in my head is telling me I'm dead unless I leave

So I'm leaving

Apologies excuses lies shit and more shit

I need love

Stop telling me I'm lucky

I need love

infected

Chorus

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