Texty: Stone Sour. Audio Secrecy. Imperfect.

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Some things, better all forgotten.

You bury then in places that you really only visit? by yourself.

You are newer, virgin like the water.

All they never tell you, what do when all you see its gone, whats the

senses in anything when all they said is wrong?

What you wanna here?

Do you wanna know how many times, i told myself but, you are not here....

What you wanna know?

Cause i make you fell alive, and i had to die and finally let you go....

Stop me, i find myself believing.
All story gets write himself, blasfemy was permited once again.
You are newer, too perfetly imperfect.
All they never tell you what do, when all you have are lies. Whats the
sense in anything is just one more goodbye....
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What you wanna know?
Do you wanna know how many times , i told myself goodbye, you are not here....

What you wanna know?
Cause i make you fell alive i had to die and finally let you go....

Finally let you go...