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domingo, 22 de janeiro de 2006

No One

How can you be such a no one
And still act like you're some special kind?
Well I don’t believe in your lies
I know that you don’t feel right
I guess that you’re trying to push me down
I’m almost sleeping but you need to see me fall
So I can keep pretending that I am your wall
Your weird talk comes out from nowhere
Am I still on the phone or is it a nightmare?
(So) you can tell me all your news
All the things that once I told you that I wanted to do
I remember when you used to fake all I was passing though
So you can tell me all your news
The things I liked when you used to make jokes saying that were fool
And now will you start to dislike?
Or now will you start to write?
yeah now will you start to dislike?
Or now will you start to write?
this time I really don’t know what you’ll decide.

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