No one, the body is sold for peace
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The soul left behind is so accustomed to the heart
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All of a sudden, substances mixed with his veins.
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It spoils the feeling but my egos are mixed
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After a few sips, conditions changed.
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It doesn't start from the wrist, get scared and breathe
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My breath mixes with the smell of blood
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The coldness of the glowing metal
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No panic "no" is a little different
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The reason is simple, I fell for the books I read
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If I light my cigarette and bury you all night
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What remains is a plain stained shirt…
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I'm not Ted Bundy, don't let history write my name
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More than what you think I'll do
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Voltating flies increase your anxiety
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The light bulb burning above us disrespects the night
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I'm longing to be cleaned beautifully
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Let your cheeks make wudu with tears
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There is no concept of time for me.
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Here today the scorpion put the minute hand
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Are you hungry, I didn't ask, I'm sorry it's my fault
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Taste the tobacco I put out on your tongue!
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You can't go, those angels don't exist yet
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Even if I distribute it, the vein collects the blood
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I didn't ask your last wish, running away is not a wish
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If you want to get rid of it, your wrists will itch
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Take it from my hands
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Scissor blow makes your hair a souvenir
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Woooaaa! |
stopped heart rate
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Don't count my words, we are really alone
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The squeaky door gives you hope
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There's no hope left
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Am I forgetful?
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Let me relax, the secret stays between us
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Let the metal that makes you puzzle introduce itself
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Take the sea, the color will fall, fit it in a bag
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What I hear is the cry of the fish, not yours... |