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You paint a lonely moodBut if I may say so I say this comingFrom miles agoAnd as the sirens singI think it's fair to say you're hurtingWell I'm hurting tooAs for me, I won't let you downI won't turf you out, I will do you proudI earn a decent wageI could control my rage when fightingI will win for youAnd I could drive you aroundAnd I could hold back your hair while you wereSick on my new suede shoesI've been telling stories, stories about youI've been forging memories, the way dictators doThe way you taught me toI have a picture of youWithin a frame of gold leaf but the glass has goneI threw it to the floorThat time when we were fightingBut you weren't these From Letras Mania