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A lack of temper
The thing she knows
The best offender
the kind that slows
But how will she forget the time
when we were friends
when we were right
when she had just a creepy life

Well time is passing
so she is different
She is different
she is independent

She is a freaking libertine
Before she lost her mind
I had to stay on quarantine
And had to lose my pride
but everytime i see her face
i see her soul collide
and seems like a complete disgrace
to act the way she had

her freedom makes her
completely mad
and then i'll render
my picture sad
And slowly she starts going back
to present time
to finis line
to end this fucking low life stack

She is a freking libertine
before she lost her mind
i had to stay on quarantine
and had to lose my pride
and everytime i see her face
i see her soul collide
and seems like a complete disgrace
to act the way she had

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