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Of ties hands
Of bare-footed feet
With you my world walked of legs for air
Always armed
Followed your steps
I tied your arms for you don t abandon me

Already nor i remember your name
Your telephone made question to erase
I accepted my errors
I remake me and turned the page
Now i m in another one

I m nor there, i m nor there
It can be with your little world i m not nor there
I m nor there, i m nor there
It does not come to speak of your problems that i do not go tohear

Closed mouth, without complication
I gave to all the possibilities to you of be a good youngster
But I was been successful, for tiresome
Our love was embedded and untire(inventei) in peace

Already nor i remember your name
Your telephone made question to erase
I accepted my errors
I remake me and turned the page
Now i m in another one

I m nor there, i m nor there
It can be with your little world i m not nor there
I m nor there, i m nor there
It does not come to speak of your problems that i do not go tohear

I m nor there, i m nor there
I m nor there, i m nor there
I m nor there, i m nor there
It can be with your little world i m not nor there
I m nor there, i m nor there
It does not come to speak of your problems that i do not go tohear

We beg to borrow,
We beg to steal.
We beg forgiveness,
We beg to feel.
We beg for love,
I guess we beg for hate.
We beg for everything
And pray it?s not too late.

What everybody?s tryna? feel,
I...

Pushing through the market square.
So many mothers sighing.
News had just come over.
We had five years left to cry in.
News guy wept and told us.
Earth was really dying.
Cried so much his face was wet.
Then I knew he was not lying.

I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies.
Saw boys, toys, electric irons and...

Cold, cold rain
in my eyes
you ll see your sad reflection

come the rain
although
I ll be there

There s no end
to the pain
of feelings left behind me

Oh, I m bad
in my heart
I ve been shown

I can try to wipe away the hate...

Now I see his face, I ve seen him smile
Such in a lonely place, no golden mile
His eyes tell morbid tales, of his black heart
His deeds through ages past, tell of his part
See his face, see his smile
Time to die An angel from below, change my dreams
I want for glory...

The feeling in
Guts to the brain
It means you got it coming and you ain t got a chain
Their only attire
Is a typical vice
But if it gets you well, well you ain t being nice, no
No!

So follow the lives
Till they cut up your eyes
You won t be even seeing if...