Another face, another day. Another promise for a
fail (now I appeal to you my friends). So long, I'll
need a holiday. He's just another castaway. He can't
see the other face of pain (now I appeal to you my
friends). Red paint to cover your faith. Great. Gray.
Days. (Now I appeal to you my friends). It's just a
matter of useless old letters. Can't be sedated the
attitude of rebels.

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