| You hear the sound of the keys in the lock
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| Once again he comes as drunk as a lord
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| «Hey bitch! |
| Guess who has come home!
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| I hope the dinner is ready and hot!»
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| You tremble with fear as he grabs his belt
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| This is time could be your last breath
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| Insults and lashes become your every day
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| Your children cry as you are beaten again
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| Not brave, she’s not of your own
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| The killer instinct is your disorder
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| Mental disease ain’t a proof of love
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| You made your monster, sentenced to death
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| Solo: David G. Álvarez
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| You can end this wretched life right here
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| You are stronger than your fear
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| One day you have to stop this carnage
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| It’s time to face it with courage
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| Not brave, she’s not of your own
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| The killer instinct is your disorder
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| Mental disease ain’t a proof of love
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| You made your monster, sentenced to death
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| Solo: Guillermo Izquierdo
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| Don’t you ever lay a finger on her
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| Take a look to all those scars you made
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| Shut up! |
| I don’t wanna hear your shit!
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| Step back, you deserve to die!
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| Cut his throat, take his tongue
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| And pull it through the hole
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| Tears his balls, put them in his dirty mouth
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| Grab a rope around his neck
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| And throw him off the wall
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| Unwelcome abusers and batterers to this home
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| Not brave, she’s not of your own
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| The killer instinct is your disorder
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| Mental disease ain’t a proof of love
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| You made your monster, sentenced to death |