Testi:
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Verse This is the end of all that's real. Tell all the angels how you feel, I'm sorry, I've stolen, I've cheated, and I'm broken. Every right will have

Verse Has the cold thawed your heart again? Can it still beat and bleed just like others people can? Can emotions be seen in your eyes? Is it just

I remember when, the shock set in, and knocked the wind out of me, like it was yesterday. The look of an empty chair, mom's still there, dinner's

California, state of horror took that last thing of the life they leed and there dean is inside your head they're laughing uder the hospital bed they

It hurt when you said that you didn't care anymore It kicked in my brain when my knees hit, they hit the floor And now I try, I try to sleep But you

You came along, unexpectedly I was doing fine in my own little world Oh baby please don?t get me wrong ?Cause I?m not complaining But you see, you got

Do nothing to my crew ever We heavyweights to you feathers Paragraphs to letters We the Jag?s you Jetta?s You backspins we more advanced like Capoeira Avenue

What I buss is for the ghetto What I buss is third world What I buss is bald head or locked It ain?t that Jerry Curl I don?t buss for pimp juice I don

We?re too material, materialistic But one possession I prize is just my stereo I got her when I was five, after I wished it Now all I need to survive