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an old friendpassed me by the other dayhe seemed not to remember mejust last year we first met late at nightand I stabbed my knife in his heartI see the faces of those who passed onbrought by my hands to a better placeI see them everydaythey ride the bodies of random strangersand I know they are happy nowI can see my old friendswalking dogs, holding handsthey may smile all just walk on bythey're with me every stepthey won't let me forget what I've donehow grateful they areI see the faces of those who passed onbrought by my hands to a better placeI see them everydaythey ride the bodies of random strangersand I know they are happy nowthey stare at meLetras de cancionesfrom my mirrorand they call my nameand the face with my handsholds a knife to his throatI can feel the cold steel of my skinand the faces of those who passedbring me to a better placebring me straight to hellI am ready now to join my old friendsand maybe you will see me too... From Letras Mania