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Dear Satan, I wish I had your number'cause I know that mine is coming upI'm not trying to be inconvenientBut I'm scared and I just wanna talk About my soul, 'cause I don't have a million dollarsI can't give my weight in goldI'm not fine, I need more time.Dear Satan, I really wanna tell ya how I'm feelingBut you're just so coldI'm so scared of all the things around meAnd on top of that I'm getting oldAnd everyday is one more closer to an ending One more closer to the soilI'm not fine, I need more time.And I'm feeling sort of nervousOf how you always pass me by,No hello, no goodbye.Does it mean that you don't want me? Where will I go then when I die?I'm not fine, I need more time.Dear Satan, I wish I had your number'cause I know that mine is coming up. From Letras Mania