| If I could only rip my skin
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| Then I’ll be free from all this ugly things
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| Pure and clean
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| If I could pass through all this walls
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| A walls of blame and what we’re living for?
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| I’ll keep your hands away…
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| If we can show what’s really don’t want measure
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| But we still believe
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| If we can show what’s real
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| Then why they jealousy why they mean
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| Well, keep your hands away
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| Keep your hands away
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| Keep your hands…
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| So many years just waste of time
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| Wish I could find my way before I die
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| Just waste of time
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| They think we’re dead but not today
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| There’s nothing left for us (?) you say
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| If we can show what’s really don’t want measure
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| But we still believe
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| If we can show what’s real
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| Then why they jealousy why they mean
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| Well, keep your hands away
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| Keep your hands away
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| Haaa
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| Haaaa
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| Haaaaaa
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| If we can show what’s really don’t want measure
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| But we still believe
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| If we can show what’s real
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| Then why they jealousy why they mean
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| If we can show what’s really don’t want measure
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| But we still believe
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| If we can show what’s real
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| Then why they jealousy why they mean
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| Keep your hands… |