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Rock, scissors or paper
that's what happens with you
I always get to lose
if I chose face it's cross, not face
I have stopped being the bellman
From the hotel of your tears
you don't what to give me the exclusive
of the moto that you tried to sell me yesterday
your words don't fix everything darling
the hurt don't desapears alone
don't miss up with trendings.
I'm gonna star on I'm leaving
mixing the sun
with this new sunrise
I'm sorry, I'm not made of wood
I don't lie while you
have been nominated again in 2008
to the Pinocchio awards
and your weapons woman
I wouldn't like to tell you where you can keep them
it's alright that is me who wear jeans
but what I don't wear anymore
I wore them in two relationships
It doesn't get out of my skin and those that hang
don't you think, you don't do it right
what I felt found you is over, rest in peace
in a far away morgue
dirt and very good looking
I'm gonna star on I'm leaving
mixing the sun
with this new sunrise
I'm sorry, I'm not made of wood
I don't lie while you
have been nominated again in 2008
to the Pinocchio awards
As time goes it starts to get stronger
my life away from you
I realise that you're the scarf
that was bleeding inside my skin
I'm sorry, I'm not made of wood
I don't lie while you
have been nominated again in 2008
to the Pinocchio awards
How could I believe you
You're a bad scarf
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