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I expiated hell for few minutes of passion |
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There's a stone above my head |
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That suffocates my impulse and a weapon on neck |
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That arms my madness |
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Make a destruction of me, |
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Make annihilation of me |
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There's a sense of end in our tired eyes |
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And the smell of alcohol in your mouth |
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I will not kill myself because I have no pictures in which I smile |
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And consider me as your worst lover |
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And consider me as your sinner |
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The only thing that I want to to see |
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Is my defeated sperm in your hands |
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And consider me as your worst lover |
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And consider me as your sinner |
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The only thing that I want to feel |
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Is the warmth of your sex in my mouth |
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Sing the last verse for your weak lover. |
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I know I'll never see again your consumed face |
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I will never have your chest against mine |
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I don't want to know if there will be another man |
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It could be better to be dead while your car leave me |
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At the end of this dirty road |
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Don't look for my lifeless body in this universe |
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Cause no word will justify our end |
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Let me die while your breath migrates so far |
