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Skin stains are left across the floor I know it's cause we didn't speak about the war my time is only a guess faces are like art upon the wall and I hope the rumors will break your fall guess it's gonna be love for the fucked up kid Spoiled fingers in a club that's a mess, I separated their eyes from the chest and I think we look like the rest, if you seize the cake from the man he might take his words and lie down with his plan I know he did, cuz he's in love with the fucked up kid And all the puddles that I decided to explain I heard there's a funeral for your name they say the lies are better than the tests, and when you came back you killed me with a kiss, like a glorious fight I wished I'd missed ah shit, guess I'm in love with the fucked up kid From Letras Mania