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Break right Your type, the idiot fraud Inside Which time? I hate that you called Capsize, the organ rides Moonlight, the guitar hides If you could suffer my bad night The music died In spite Your lies, in bed with your wife Not quite Offline, what did you hide? Capsize, the organ rides Moonlight, the guitar cries If you could suffer my bad night The music died If you sell your life I'll never apologize If you sell your life I'll never apologize From Letras Mania