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Timeless favor, there might be strings tied Speeches, restless interrogation There lies on streets, lie there with me Catching fever, I don't think of life as out of reach Jealous, fertile, cut from the safety of This life, these faces, I've walked in place at which point I'll ignore A motiveless crime I've witnessed Timeless favor, there might be strings attached Catching fever, I don't think of life as obsolete A motiveless crime I've witnessed From Letras Mania