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I was an Angel in this fuckin' June's month...
I am already an angel but not on your mouth...
For what? For who?... From Nowhere
A lost and black sheep walking on the street of a broken heart.
A white, dry and burst eye falling at your foot...
I don't wanna see anymore those putrid chip of us...
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