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Testo 11

It's something, it frightens, 11
Back up with open arms
Cuz I lost all my friends in this whole war
But it doesn't even matter
Cuz I CAN'T even give a fuck.
We could play for none, It's the same to me as before.
Lock all the doors and bash the walls with the noise coming, P:4-5 summoning me.
But it doesn't even matter.
Produce power and pain and the rest will come.
Let me come.
We could go after this is over I still would love it just as much.
After this stops will it be the same as it was before.
We could play for none it's the same to me as before.
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