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I lie so you lie, but I think we´ve lied too many times
Hit the ceiling of our sky
Why bother my other and call for another?
Oppostite side
I will freak out and come back, not gone far enough
I know that I and you will sit as a picture
Gerber bottle is fixture, to the fit he was living
Was blown, captain of motherland, laughed on by brother´s hand
Gotta make that hook-up to come through, you didn´t know you got lied to
Hit the ceiling of the sky
You thought you could fly, but your wings are made of wax
I cannot see you, you cannot see me
Cause you´re high, you´re too good of a person |
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Por Papa Roach
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