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you let your fingers do the talking and your words just make me sick your head is filled with nothing and your mouth is full of shit everyonbe should know there place and your's is out the door you play the game, don't know the rules well heres the fucking score you'll be forgotten, you won't leave a mark you're just another voice in the dark one in a million, you're all the same you change your name but the stench remains who needs you, who needs you theres one piece of shit in the world with many faces who needs you From Letras Mania