Sloe
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The words we scream have nothing to show off Even though they are provided by our sale and it's open wounds that follow shit and feed the needing with liberating sight Open up your eyes and let the world outside for me A fever grows swelling over thoughts And we all came along I can't belong if I'm not sure the feeling's over with overwhelming plots Open up your eyes and let the world outside for me
From Letras Mania