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Wrider
Come on fever
Out of night
Give me a power
Turn on speaker, raise the tone
Can be the writer song,
The rider song it's low
Oh yeah
To late
To late
Search and destroy
All the time
Dreams falls down
Where's going the might?
Can be the writer song,
The writer song can glow
Where's my laugh
Starting by the end
Now, i watch my bed
Follow me and wait
All days, i'm late
I walk away
I hope a day
I walk away
I hope some day
I've lost my laugh
It's time to play
Why are you away
It's like your fears
Who's make cry here
I've lost my laugh
It's a bad mutation
That bother you
Feels like depression
Keep bother you
It's my oppression
Our good devotion
It's your obligation
It's your fucking dance
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