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My words are weapons, in which I murder you with
Please don´t be scared, please do not turn your head
We are the future, the 21st century
Dyslexic glue sniffing cybersluts, with homicidal minds and handguns
We are insane, nothing will change
We are the same, we are the same
There is a thin line between what´s good and what is evil
I will tiptoe down that line but, I ain´t feeling unstable
My life is a circus, and I´m tripping down the tightrope
Well there is nothing there to save me now so, I will not look down
And again, and again, and again, and again, and it happens again
And again, and again, and it happens again
And again, and again, and again, and it happens again
And again, and again
There is a thin line between what´s good and what is evil
I will tiptoe down that line but, I ain´t feeling unstable
My life is a circus, and I´m tripping down the tightrope
Well there is nothing there to save me now so, I will not look down
Oh .. no .. oh .. no .. no
Oh .. no .. oh .. no .. no
There is a thin line between what´s good and what is evil
I will tiptoe down that line but, I will feel unstable
My life is a circus, and I´m tripping down the tightrope
Well there is nothing there to save me now, I´m falling to the ground |
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Por Papa Roach
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