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Blowing the pieces Belong to the wind Building the rampart Until to the aim Rotting the candle Trial to the strength Turning the token Alone to the goal You think you - have - the right to Cry - got in my - way I have to - pay Naked in the sun Washing the pain Steal your fuckin' smile Upon your rotten ugly fate You think you - have - the right to Cry - got in my - way I have to - pay From Letras Mania