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the itch of the loving |
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No compromise steady enough to conceal the truth |
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My paltry dependence from you |
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I know I have been tricked again |
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It is you they call a snake of june |
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Because nothing of what you say is true |
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You will see that someday soon |
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A splitted tounge will speak to you |
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My tries to escape |
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from a world that I thought I knew |
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have drowned in their laughter |
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Revealing my weakness to bury my love for good |
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has denied self-forgiveness |
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I know I have been tricked again |
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It all was in your eyes |
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The trust of faith, all hope and wise |
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I chose the apple, believed your lies, |
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felt the poisen and closed my eyes... |
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It is you they call a snake of june |
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Because nothing of what you say is true |
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You will see that someday soon |
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A splitted tounge will speak to you |
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It is you they call a snake of june |
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Because nothing of what you say is true |
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You will see that someday soon |
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A splitted tounge will speak to you |
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My eyes... |