My stomach hurts now
And all tied off in lace.
I pray, I beg, for anything to hit me in the face.
And this sickness isn´t me.
I pray to fall from grace.
The last thing I see is feeling.
And I'm telling you I'm a fake!
EU SOU UMA MENTIRA!
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just look at me, look at me noooow...
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