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Marbres (edit) Lyrics

Oh my liver! you'll make me die young.
I go hungry, veins well stocked.
They say my face and my bones look angry, spying each other, getting worse and worse.
I go from bar to bar, emptying them, and from dusk till dawn I'll drink as many glasses as you'll fill. Second class faces, sensitive coma guys, to the bottle neck I am taking your party.
Lassure to Curacao I promised myself, heavens that would cost less than those evening marbles made from the Ozone of those who chose these misty spots, avoiding the looks.
They take me appart, putting hands on her b**, her engineer yet not knowing to make lighters like that.
But you know, those who light up, red and pink and then green, those we purchase already made from the street vendor.
"It's not in your truck that we'd put genius, needed to make little things like that work. And f***-off b****, you don't see that here, alltogether, we're good, and that we don't need you! "
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