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Who will be the first to shoot?
I prefer the you take me distracted
Goodness it will finish soon
And I going to get my deserve
I will test all the drugs
Never is too late
Gun machine fire.
To detoxify me
Of your hands, of your mouth
Of get you crazy
Of your tangled hair
And of your stuffs
Of the buts that you incite
Unintentionally and you break me
Of running in the roofs
Of your feets in dusty
Of you not
I can't detoxify of you
I can't detoxify of you
I don't want detoxify of you
You will leave that I keep until the finish
I will stay hung in the abyss
You won't can, the time will say it
You will go out for me
It Won't be the same
We will flight in your broom
Never is too late
Gun machine fire.
To detoxify me
Of your hands, of your mouth
Of crying for you in every verse
Of your tangled hair
And of your stuffs
Of the buts that you incite
Unintentionally and you break me
Of running in the roofs
Of your feets in dusty
Of you not
I can't detoxify of you
I can't detoxify of you
Of you
I can't detoxify of you
I can't detoxify of you
I don't want detoxify of you
