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I cut the cords, I broke the mould,The weak hits the strong.Pitch your soul for a paper smell,There're things not for saleAs monkey king rules the worldNoone will try to understand.And puppet cuts threads, beauty of ugly soul Will grow more.I'm so tired to hide trying to keep eyes closed whyYou so fucking hate all I love.Can't you see that means everything to me?I won't let you destroy all I love, no I won't. From Letras Mania