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Mar 2012
How do I look in the light?
What do you understand of me?
We all have demons, it's not so bright
And mines are inside my head (or not).

Drinking until I fall,
Cut my wrists and keep bled,
Hallucinate until my brain turn a hole,
But just inside my head (or not).

Awful demons;
Creepy demons;
Human demons;
Inside my head.
Inside of all individual demons
That's what I see inside my head.

How do I look in the dark?
Am I telling the truth?
If you can't see
It's because I'm a black spot

Inside my head (or not).
Leafar Mamede
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Leafar Mamede  Portugal
(Portugal)   
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