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I'm looking for the salvation mask Damned research Here is the mockery Are you the usual copy? Are you the ordinary wannabe? I'm sorry, people I tried to get it over with anything But I still smell of tears Rebuilding and rebuilding again everytime A deformed mirror, ever different My voice over said me to switch on the tv To divour my nails, appreciating the misery. The curtain of disappointments The audience, their laughing Sham faces with the sneers After this usual drab scene. (Grazie a Alessandro Bovo per questo testo) From Letras Mania