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You should let me rot |
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In this smelly ragged bed |
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It's not my will that I want back |
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I will count my father thousand steps |
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I will count my mother thousand lies |
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The marches of people fighting |
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The tragedies of emperors without crowns |
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I will never ask myself again |
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What's the meaning of believing in myself |
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Is there a reason to remain besides |
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My stray ideals of purification |
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Let me rot in this bed of crimes and sweat |
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Save from my empty nights of alcohol |
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And everytime your hands |
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Grasp my neck I feel saved like |
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Like the christ |
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Is this your courage? |
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Is this the courage? |
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How true is the luck of dyin' |
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Without changin'? |
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I know how useless is to ask you to spare me now |
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I know how useless is to believe in the bold |
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Fascination of my sexuality |
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But what nails inside? |
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Is the ecstasy of your lifeless body |
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The decadent shine of your lust |
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I ignore the sense of perfection |
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The end is between our lips |
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While we deny love Its coronation |
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I want to embrace you |
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And forget the condamnetion that god inflicted us |
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Have I ever been free |
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And everytime your hands |
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Grasp my neck I feel saved like |
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Like the christ |
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Is this your courage? |
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Is this the courage? |
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How true is the luck of dyin' |
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Without changin'? |
