Deaf Havana - Pocari Sweat

[Verse 1]
I was on a bridge in Singapore, thinking of jumping
Then I looked up at the skyline and it reminded me of London
It used to be my home, now it's a place I can't afford
To live in anymore, and it's all my fault

[Verse 2]
You can't really be homesick when your whole life's a mess
Getting sick of my drinking, well I couldn't care less
Fell asleep on a plane and I dreamt that we fell to our death
And I woke up alone and upset
[Verse 3]
I lost count of the airports 'cause I dream to forget
Try to throw up the good [?] but got nothing left
Jumped out of [?] a bottlе of Pocari Sweat
Good god, this is as low as it gets

[Outro]
How the hеll do I come back from this?

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