What do we spend our nerves and time on?
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To whom do we give our feelings and faith?
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To whom do we open all the doors to the soul?
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After all, I don't believe you, bitch, I don't believe
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Your moles on your neck
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Papil, shut my eyes
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Your gentle hands
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They pressed like a collar.
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Walks in the parks
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Kisses, gifts
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What's left for me?
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Remained feelings hearse
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That take my time out of measure
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That they take away my faith, I don't trust anyone
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Fifty shades of black even blacker
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I can't see the colors in you
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All words water
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Never ever
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Do not fall for beautiful phrases
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Although you can see everything, baby, not right away
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What do we spend our nerves and time on?
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To whom do we give our feelings and faith?
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To whom do we open all the doors to the soul?
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After all, I don't believe you, bitch, I don't believe
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What do we spend our nerves and time on?
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To whom do we give our feelings and faith?
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To whom do we open all the doors to the soul?
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After all, I don't believe you, bitch, I don't believe
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Confidently lie and pass off as the truth
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That youth will forgive, but she doesn't need you
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Pour smart words, cover them with cotton candy
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Stupidity, believe me, intelligent quotes
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Play for some reason in dislike, you do not thank
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Why deceive, tell me - well, what is the strength here?
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Why burn bridges if you can't build?
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Why want love if you don't deserve it?
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All words water
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Never ever
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Do not fall for beautiful phrases
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Although you can see everything, baby, not right away
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What do we spend our nerves and time on?
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To whom do we give our feelings and faith?
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To whom do we open all the doors to the soul?
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After all, I don't believe you, bitch, I don't believe
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What do we spend our nerves and time on?
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To whom do we give our feelings and faith?
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To whom do we open all the doors to the soul?
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After all, I don't believe you, bitch, I don't believe |