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I guess I'm badWould like to goBack to Rome where blonde is still fairLet go of the anchorPlanning a birthday on the sunLord I must be dreamingGod's speech remainsMy personal hell to payIf this ever ends wellTeeth will grind this cageExplode against the wallLike a can of paint or wrecking ballNo one to break the fallWhen all is full of loveExplode against the wallLike a can of paint or wrecking ballNo one to save your soulWhen all is full of loveDoctors told me I'm madNot mad enoughYou need to be dead for systems to careLet go of all that angerLetras de cancionesThe system doesn't singIt callsBoy you must be dreamingAll experts sayPay with your soul to playIf this ever end wellTeeth will grind this cageExplode against the wallLike a can of paint or wrecking ballNo one to break the fallWhen all is full of loveExplode against the wallLike a can of paint or wrecking ballNo one to save your soulWhen all is full of loveI've got paperback storiesOf offshore digital sunsetsRise where you sleepWith a twisted faceBinging on bleachersMade a cheerleader crySay I'm perfect gameSay I'm a perfect game From Letras Mania