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Phone on the side, blood on the floor The world is unfair, dirty and cold I wanted to save you, but I wasn't paid to Iris, Iris, I see my inner child in you Iris, Iris, why is this simple life so cruel? Innocent eyes, tainted too soon The things that I saw can never be proved I wanted to save you, but there was no way to Iris, Iris, I see my inner child in you Iris, Iris, why is this simple life so cruel? And when I'm doin' better I think of your torn up letters And I cry for you And when I'm doin' better I think of your torn up letters And I cry for you Iris, Iris, I see my inner child in you Iris, Iris, why is this simple life so cruel? And when I'm doin' better I think of your torn up letters And I cry for you And when I'm doin' better I think of your torn up letters And I cry for you From Letras Mania