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Wanna leave this place Runaway to outer space I'm a resurrect talkin' shit Some fucking ways Leave a message I'm not returning calls today You can put away Your candles and Marvin Gaye All I hear is sirens In a world so violent Still chasing dope Middle finger to you tyrants Hey, where to go? You got bosom you got violence Ain't that the cokers [?] Our love is over, our love is over I could be rich, I could be rich Our love is over, our love is over We could be rich, we could be rich From Letras Mania