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vai a estrada Agora nao espero mais aquela madrugada Vai ser, vai ser, vai ter de ser, vai ser faca amolada O brilho cego de paixao e fe, faca amolada

Traduzione: Dead Hand. Coltelli In Blood.

vai a estrada Agora nao espero mais aquela madrugada Vai ser, vai ser, vai ter de ser, vai ser faca amolada O brilho cego de paixao e fe, faca amolada

I can not hang onto this bullshit forever Can you? If you can that's up to you We are so foolish all this coolness can be fickle Lacking in foundation

You've got your pretty face. You've got disarming eyes. You've got such social grace. I've got my pretty spies. I found you lost, misplaced. I loved

She said live young and leave a wake of beauty, it's all I ever could have asked should have asked from you, and I wont forget to write you when I

Knife to my neck and I'm afraid to die "Shut up bitch..." as I begin to cry He's going to rape and the panic sets in Rape was a way for his day to begin

why are we even breathing? if the only reason to exist (is to stare skyward and put my hands together) then why am i even here? to serve a myth (and

Si je perds tous mes moyens, que je ne suis plus bon a rien, alors tant pis, c'est que tu me plais Si je ne rentre plus chez moi, que je vis comme un