A murders story...a murders heart.

Tired as he went, he went down to the station
Tired as he felt, he went down to the law
He was nobodys friend, he was nobodys man
He was nobodys friend, he had no fans

Tired as he went, he went down to the law
Tired as he felt he went down to his knees
Tired as he cried, he got down with his head
He was fireing his symphonies

He was tired tired tired tired tired tired tired

Tired as he felt, he was dying slowly crossing
tired as he went, he went home
Tired as he were, he was living in dreamworld
He was tired being miserable

He was tired tired tired tired tired tired tired

People people makes him crawl


He was tired tired tired tired tired tired tired
Tired as he went down the station,tired as he felt
he was tired of all the talk

He was tired tired tired
he was tired of his heart.

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