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Start
02:48
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When I wake up you are sleeping
We can find our souls are dipping
Flying in another planet
Starting with the cocaine rabbits
Dying, oh, they're dying.
Everyone just told to me that I can fix myself and be
someone who can live a life and smile not cry everynight.
I hate them, oh, I hate them.
When I'm reading all your thounghts
I can realise I love you more
Probably you'll brake my heart
and never want to be mine.
I'm tired, oh, I'm tired; of all that shit.
Overthinking all my problems
stop to feeling so annoying
trying harder to be better
only getting fucking rebuff
Let's throw down the rules
let's throw down the...
Picking black flowers from your garden
Cleaning your knives from your distress
Making distress bigger louder
Calling mom every hour
I want to sleep I want to...
Buying drugs to stop minding
that my body is my godness
only want to see your eyes
looking like you gonna leave me behind
you gonna leave me behind
you gonna leave me behind
Because this hurts
and we don't even start
and we don't even start
nd we don't even start
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Puñales
02:51
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Tengo un puñal para hacerte sangrar,
no te vas a salvar.
Mañana, será tu funeral;
trae flores y pastel, clínex para llorar.
Gritos y lamentos ya dan igual, solos tu y yo.
Solo tu y yo.
¿Y que más da?
Si estás muerto ya.
¿Y que más da?
Si estás muerto ya.
Yo solo te voy a ayudar a morirte de verdad.
Tengo una cuerda para hacerte colgar,
no te vas a salvar.
Mañana habrá una fiesta;
trae palas y una cruz, vamos a cavar.
Tristeza y ansiedad, no te sirven de nada, solos tu y yo.
Solo tu y yo.
¿Y que más da?
Si estás muerto ya.
¿Y que más da?
Si estás muerto ya.
Yo solo te voy a ayudar a morirte de verdad.
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Call me love
02:34
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I can be all that you want me to be
but if you really love me
you let me be me
in this dark place
called world
I'm smarter than the girls that you know
or the people you talk
in this short nights
called life
I'm in love with all the things that you think
and the poems you wrote
and your style and your soul
in this cold floor
called love
Called love...
You can call me love.
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Drugs are bad
02:22
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Five o'clock and he's leaving the danceclub.
Six o'clock and he find weed.
Seven o´clock and he tired and sad, calling everyone looking for some drugs.
And drugs, the drugs are bad,
drugs are bad for your heart.
The drugs are bad, the drugs are bad for heart.
Eight o'clock and he meet a new friend.
Nine o 'clock and Karl is dead.
Ten o 'clock and he's looking for some help praying that the guy it's ok.
And drugs, the drugs are bad,
drugs are bad for your heart.
The drugs are bad, the drugs are bad for heart.
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