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My Place - My Makeup.

They speak of our generation
as it is or how it is
What we should be thinking or
no matter whether it pleases
I just ...


I give up trying,
make others understand
and let it go
all I want
this way will not achieve


Here it was never my place
but I still believe
that my time will come
and I'll cry:
If I do not, who will do for me?
Nobody needs to listen to me


Here is no longer my place
give up? or if you fail!
I'll keep my head up
from now on without fear of life
As much as I say goodbye
nothing will change


Sob domínio da Magma Rust!

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