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Lies that offer closure, Leaves this fake exposure Eyes, that never follow time Give me cocaine pleasures, for a better measure. I can't take this biting line... Spit it out spit, spit it out spit!, Take it out, take, take it out, fake! And I will be here waiting, and we will be here waiting, Let the life of the words come alive unrehearsed I won't let go.... Taste the tounge of pleasure, keep it there forever stiched, into our bloodshot eyes Fake, the raging seizure is this burning fever lost, forever in too minds. From Letras Mania