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Kid kid kid You grew up mad and in too much sadness Friend friend friend And I hope you come back This is a history about an end, Sometimes a dead end Family looks so heavy, A kind of thorn at psycho war Kid kid kid You grew up mad and in too much sadness Friend friend friend I hope you recover ...oh yourself Nervous freak The savage in your mind always makes me blind Love love love We know it hurts Then we mix with numbness
Similar is hard to find Similar hearts Similar is hard to find Similar minds Refrão: Artificial, art ficial heart Artificial heart You are so artificial My heart
I´m sorry, I´m sorry how I am I´m sorry, I´m sorry the way it ends And like a fish we tried to swim But something told the river was dream Just dream... ma dream I´m sorry, I´m sorry the way I am I´m ugly... I´m tasting the bitter of rest of our best ..but someone spits some whisper on my chest Just spit... your best I´m sorry, so sorry I´m sorry , no glory
This is bad time And you deserve to... Jesus bad time And you deserve to... Die from my holy sky Die out of ma mind
Are u with your polution wings? Are u with your polution dreams? Winner, winner, winner, winner.
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