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[Music: Duarte, Teixeira / Lyrics: Duarte] Call my name I won't hear Try to grab me back From destitution No, you don't Don't have the strength Just leave me, abhor me Depart now Out of my way This is not a fancy play God damn your aesthetic, needless ply Ancestors never cared for this shit, Why would I? Pull my hair It won't distract me From the line Throw debris in front of me Impose your useless mass There's more to care now Out of my way This is not a game you play Letras de cancionesFuck your aesthetic, needless cry Ancestors never cared for this, Why would I? Don't you see That's why I dismissed you Run I don't want to believe That in this dystopic, twisted world I really need you No Perhaps we shall meet again In an inspiring place of joy Let go is not a choice Remember it was a tampered lot We will stay somewhere In the end of time under cerulean blue From Letras Mania