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White paper and empty places The head between my shoulders, wounded and bleeding badly I can smell your remorse Stains all over Been outside and seen it all You are the master, you know it all Made yourself a number And your time is now Holding tight, wish you were nearer Lost my voice, don't want to scream no more It's like a box and I'm trapped inside I've been paralyzed This narrow road ends to a ditch Been outside and seen it all You are the master, you know it all Made yourself a number And your time is now You fit in the program And your blood is fine The skin is perfect And your heart is in time From Letras Mania