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Something - My Makeup

Broken glass
Loose in the street
How could forget
What made me?


The truth makes me lie
because they just want to hide
Who wanted to hate everyone but
Now, I love a good story farewell


Pretense, consequently, response
Without you, I live like a fallen lover
Thinking, feeling, this is nothing new
Well, I lost myself


Like it was the first time
our eyes met
deeply, feel your heart beat
now I know I still want to get you
forgetting all the past,
and look over everything that was marked


I feel numb as ice
nothing, nobody, that's right?
Ok,
I'm not surprised


Just forget
what you will never be
I can even imagine
every night we could love us


All my girls and boys
Everyone making noise
For tonight
we can even fight


Sob domínio da Magma Rust!

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