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Spitting into a broken flesh torn Convoluted insult salutation Speak the language of the ignored And bare the second unexpected blade in the surprise pocket And cover their dumfounded gaze With blood from the wound that was otherwise their claim That their eyes couldn't feel the reflection of you And careful lovers wish for dead skinned eyes And the crushing blows to crush and blow Before they catch the time for it to weep But it never comes soon enough Then builds the story of grieving And I'm caught inside And I'm reminded that I That I always leave I'm reminded That I always leave I'm reminded From Letras Mania