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kind of high keeps me still clanging on exhaustion kind of lie keeps me still shouting out objection kind of slag you keep it with full of smiling fate dirty face no hands to grab that reflection some of pricks stay there growing up salvation some of tricks to cheat to greet Get out of my life i am here, here and there to spit out starvation doubt can help grow you up its your solution! in my eyes blood spits bolting around and i pick out one by one in my eyes nothing can spell it in right way Letras de cancionesnow i close my book down i cannot swallow, its spinning speak deep head for what i wasted last weak beep sneer for what he believed in past he cries "look out look out" my ears split in two he cant get out get out of its breeze how can i react to that empty mind? From Letras Mania