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Sensitive Your voice, your face, your hair is everywhereToday my dreams turned into nightmaresIn time, I hate to say it, gentlemenThere'll be nothing wonderful hereThere'll be nothing left to fearAll the people see me as a foolAll the people say that it's because of youAll the people like to think they careIf you'd shake their hands and stab themMaybe they'd become sensitiveNow my life I've spent inside this jealousyIt seemed so easyI could have your beauty for freeWhen time decides to take this pain awayWe'll find our freedom againWe're still gentlemenAll the people see me as a foolAll the people say that it's because of youAll the people like to think they careIf you'd shake their hands and stab themMaybe they'd become sensitive From Letras Mania