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Well, this is Robert
And I'm stoned again
Lights are out
A drink in my hand
I've got everything
What I do not need
And I finally reached
The dark end of the street
Oh. Robert
With a smile on his face
No more sorrows
Here in the mud
No tomorrows
Just a life on drug
My life is damned cold
I really lost my heat
Because I finally reached
The dark end of the street
I don't understand
Whatever I say
I use to talk in a very
Roundabout way
Lies are the trips through
My boaring days
Hoping once to get
Far away
I didn't leave footprints
Wherever I've been
I call it the value
Of not to be seen
Nobody knows me
A directory I don't need
It's rather lonely
At the dark end of the street
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