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I want to remain in your life See it like a saint, innocent of all Laughing that the body turns into strife Laughing that the mind can see a century of life Want to see myself, unafraid Funny, got a problem with me? I don't feel the same I was just a child, peace symbol on your grave Reckoning the past moves closer every day Yeah, every day I was just shouting out, scratch it on your grave Take all of the meaning out your mouth From Letras Mania