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CW - Acoustic guitar, Voice

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Sleeping reason create monstruosity.
Don't worry now, is not your fault, you were born like this.
You semen of the Hate, in Hate forever be.
No one's looking, take the chance and go away from here.
Get in your car and drive right to your mom, cry all the night until the morning come.
And then you're back at work.

Far from any changes this is all your life and at this point you'll understand that this is how you're going to die.
No souls to love you, few tongues on your butt, can't you see that every face around you is made up?
Not all the fuck that you will ever give, not all the things you ever did or said,
the only thing that should make you,
shit,
feel ashamed,

you wake up every day.


Damn, think about it, totally your style,
a coward death for a coward life, sneaking in the night.

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from and His Friends from Outer Space, released June 24, 2018

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Charles Wallace Vittorio Veneto, Italy

Marco Zuccaro, Vittorio Veneto (TV), suono per dire la verità, rilassare i muscoli, ammorbidire gli animi e sentirmi una persona vivente.

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