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Is my life a curtain call Or a cane that yearns to yank me off? Am I worthy of applause? Tomato shades parade my jaw I'm afraid this game we play Will kill me if I leave its ways Curtains crafted to create A veil between the bite and bait I have sat on many planes Observed the way they are arranged If you get to Heaven's gate Don't expect to pay your way Castles near and dear to kings Will not survive what fire brings I know I'm young but I'm not naive The kings will survive evеrything I'm afraid this game we play Will kill me еven if I stay Play this game for paper's sake Just to have my name erased You're not the savior I have paid for Letras de cancionesWronged my wallet Just to know more I paid for language And the wages Stayed the same As when you're frameless You're not the savior I have paid for now You're not the savior now You're not the savior now From Letras Mania