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Sad with no reasons - text

It was a man, with good carriere.
Pretty woman, gentle son.
Anywhere sometimes, he feel fear,
On his head he put the gun.

And his mother don't know what,
From where is pain that he got.
He always smile as little boy.
He's just nice and broken toy.

R.: He's a man with no reason,
He's a man with no way.
His family know him real good,
They still love him anyway,

He's a man with depression,
But no one, knows why.
He have hand, and gun in it.
And he wants to die.

He's sad with no reason.
He's sad with no reason.
Sad with no reason.
He's sad with no reasons.

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