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You always come to the parties Too bad the feathers are for the birds All your needs I will not let you grieve I want your picture but not your words You know the wanting, but there's no verse On your own But you can not' call it your all We always run our heads too much We know the reason, but such and such On your own, You will not let your arm go We all look bigger together you know if this is the devil's plan On your own, You can not call me your heart Jack of all trades Master of none Cry all the time Cause i'm not having fun Tou always want to be forgiven The devil loves what and you print All your needs But you can not; you will not agree From Letras Mania