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you bleedfor reasons that you hatea minute won't get bythere's a mask you try to breakonly one head you denyall the fast kids will succeedthey'll undive me from my bikebut then i cover up that linedon't you know that I won't trywhich is not easedI get so into your paina fall-down to my kneesif I'm faced into this crowdI feel the pleasure in your heatno I can't help you out your pinecuz you know it won't be fairoh I feel your breath insidebut there's no escape from therelist in the handwhich is blown down to preparethe wake up of this sorrowraise your fist up to the airand they won't get what they admireuntil you're drifting with this seedI can't protect you when you sleepbut now I'm coming down that linefor the freedom in your mind... From Letras Mania