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In a surreal life |
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prepared to tell me your truth. |
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Your words perfume of egoism, |
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try to graze me. |
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Now everything is clearer, who you are, who I am. |
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Pulse now my desire of revenge, |
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my forgiveness will never embrace you. |
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Your mind has blinded from the success. |
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Looked at the mirror, |
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your soul is rotten. |
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Now your cards are on this black table, |
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you don't play anymore covered by false smiles, |
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look you, alone, unworthy. |
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Remember your last words, |
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the memory will make you suffer. |
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Your beautiful mask, |
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a daily mask, |
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you have never washed, |
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smell, smell of loneliness, |
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because alone you will extinguish. |
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My time goes on, |
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I am fierce of my loneliness, |
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I haven't compromise with your false world. |
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I dig in my memory and I am fierce, |
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fierce to have walked next to you but never with you. |
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Waves the flag of your life , |
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when the lights will turn off you will cry. |
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I don't try hate, but only punishment, |
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punishment for your poverty. |
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You will cry for your poverty. |
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The choice has now been taken, |
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you embrace the world of lie. |
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My road is open, |
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my eyes are open. |
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I can now travel free |
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without your useless company. |
