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Staying up for this weekend Loosing up all the defence My back feels like broken I can’t stop me from smokin Like a diamond to a women Like a demon in your hand can’t feel my mind feel what’s mine feel my mind Should I smile when I am low The world are strange so I blow It’s better to burn out and die It’s better than rust with LIES Like a gangster thee roams at night Like a cheater, run and hide Gone with a whirl, in a swirl and chopped real rudely All by my fingers All by my self because I’m so destructive by The S.I.G.I.T.

Does any wound has not the mice like me Judging feel for what it seems taken away by screams Taken away by screams Away from our dreams Let the right one in 4x Does any wound has not the hush like me Dancing in the memory whipping down to the knee Down in the sea of tears Away from tears Let the right one in 4x In the sea of tears Away from our fears In the bottom strings/screams Away from our dreams                                                                        http://www.thesigit.com/