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Tears - My Makeup.


I stopped believing 
dream, sorry that I didn’t cry 
all my tears

Simple as that, how are you … comes 

I learned that not everything is always well 
Now I know, 
my true destiny
But those who still believe in this with me 
enemy sweet friend

Tears, all I can see 

Masks, none of them I’ll be 
Angels, all those who may feel 
Afflicted, those who can’t lie 
love the sweet illusion

Today, I woke up feeling the heat from the sun 

I thought I already be deceiving 
Once again, now that the world 
nothing makes me be feeling


I left to wait 
something happens 
now all I want is to forget 
That pain that made me mad 
that desire that made me burn


Tears, all I can see 
Masks, none of them I’ll be 
Angels, all those who may feel 
Afflicted, those who can’t lie 
love the sweet illusion


Sob dominio da Magma Rust!

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