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domingo, 20 de noviembre de 2011

Slith your wrists.

If you want to open your hole 
Just put your head down and go 
Step beside the piece of the circumstance 
Got to wash away the taste of evidence 

Wash it away(evidence) 
I didn't feel a thing 
It didn't mean a thing 
Look in the eye and testify: 
I didn't feel a thing 
Anything you say, we know you're guilty 
Hands above your head, 
And you won't even feel me 
You won't feel me

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