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Você não conhece alguém de palavra para confiar.
Confiar em qualquer pessoa é estupidez.
Então não leia as coisas para não se arrepender, escrevo coisas em vão.
Mas se você acredita na palavra, palavras vão se revoltar.
Aqui no código nada funciona mais, 23 é uma dica ou é só para atrapalhar?
Porque é quando você está só, que começa a sentir medo ou pensar, será que vim aqui em vão?
Minha palavra busca o sentido na sua mente!
Me confunda… isso pode ser a melhor ajuda no momento!
Sem delongas fico fúgaz ao amargo rapto do pensamento… ao longo da decadência do momento, respiro e vejo o tempo passar sem sentido aos olhos de quem fica me vendo de trás!
Agora pense…
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[...] think i’m just crazy
No stress. I think I'm just crazy. Not depressing. No need to fight against the feeling because the life is not depressing. I think I'm just crazy, it's not that I'm lazy, think I'm just crazy. It's not that I'm lazy, I'm just crazy. Got to find an alibi, cause I don't wanna waste my time, I don't wanna feel distress. No stress. Try to get her sexy body home. I know it’s not an awful crime, something special in my mind, nothing's gonna cause me distress . I text my baby on her phone. No stress. That’s the way I wanna spend my day. No stress, I'm just crazy.
[...] the kill
I am an anarchist, an antichrist, an asterisk. I am an anorak, an acolyte, an accidental. I am eleven feet. Ok, eight... Six foot three... I fought the British and I won. I have a rocket ship, a jetfighter, a paper airplane. Say what you will. I am The Kill, the only thing that keeps you really truly safe from being real. I have a tendency to exaggerate just a little bit. I am a plagiarist, apologist, a walrus-cockhead-lizzard. I am an optimist, a closeted misogynist. I fought the British and I won. I have a wishing well a... Living will. A magical eight ball! Say what you will. I am The Kill, the only thing that keeps you really truly safe from being real. But the sun still sets on you, and the retarded party. Nobody came to ditch you, and so you drink to... All the emptiness until you wake up, and there's hell to pay again. The punchline point at you, and all the comebacks in the world are in your head, but you can't say them until everybody leaves. And it's just you and your imaginary friends. Your imaginary friends.
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