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How our life is so futile What a fool to think about a tomorrow Joy is so furtive When your pulpy kiss meets my lips I do not believe in tenderness anymore Henceforth more than simple promises Go behind our distress in our self-cloak We are just livid embers of futility Futile future Futile future Futile future Futile future How our life is so futile What a fool to think about a tomorrow Joy is so furtive When your pulpy kiss meets my lips Futile future Futile future Futile future Futile future We are everything except extraordinary Letras de cancionesI let my lots to the human sorrow So where, who will I conjurate my demons Simplicity is the power of a being, so be I I do not believe in tenderness anymore Henceforth more than simple promises Go behind our distress in our self-cloak We are just livid embers of futility Futile future Futile future So be I From Letras Mania