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I don't mind the soundOf your voice, of your voiceWhen you use it like your gunSo much fun, fire your gunCasual as you are, gets hard to sayI won't say, 'less you're going awayHe strings himself on up to your front doorYou've been a wall of ideas about the rich and the poorWe could start home talkingMake your focus breakWhen you're left to yourselfYou throw it out anywayI don't differentiateWe from they, we from theyFeel my appetiteWhy is life sleepless night?Lean my head against an angry moonAlways room, angry moonIn and out of a metal chairIn an unknown apartment whereI can build myself upLetras de cancionesBefore I make the scareString myself up onto your front doorStreet joyYou adore From Letras Mania