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When you peel away the layers of paint I just wanna stay in bed all day It's hard to stay in touch Don't ask for too much Every time that I am in a rage Someone else was born to be on stage Every time I'm filled with tears It's a funeral for my wasted years It's contrast with someone else filled with ideas Not again, not a-fucking-gain I swear to God I pray to God It's not long I swear to God I pray to God It's not long I pray to God It's not long From Letras Mania