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Please crystal ball Tell the spirits to leave me alone I'm sinking in my thoughts I want to die this night Just a couple of hours Maybe six, maybe five There's a beer in my hand And french people in the screen There's a beer in my hand Everyone is away from me Oh i'm ruining myself In the couch all the day I'm upset for everything See the world face to face Now the future is bright But the present collides to me In the sidewalk i see No one is like the french of the screen No one is like the french of the screen No one is like No one is like the french of the screen Everyone Oh i'm ruining myself In the couch all the day I'm upset for everything See the world face to face Now the future is bright But the present collides to me In the sidewalk i see No one is like the french of the screen No one is like the french of the screen Everyone is away from me