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I wrote in my ehxausted body |
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the comedy of redemption and lies |
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I role that I played so well... |
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That of the loser and fake |
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No mothers talked to me Kindly |
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No priest gave me consolation |
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What can your love offer to me? |
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What can my virtue give to me? |
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But no one paid me back |
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No one gave me my life back |
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How can continue my comedy |
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Without seein'me bleed on it |
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Adore the viles that adore us |
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Implore the gods that implore us |
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There isn't a hell without |
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Its own equilibrium |
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And a opera that doesn't kill his actor |
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But no one paid me back |
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No one gave me my life back |
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You deprived me of my conscience |
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And the word that will be action |
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And of the infinite sleep that will |
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Drag me through these seas |
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But I will run along these banks |
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That you traced for me |
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But no one paid me back |
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No one gave my life back |
