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Feb 2014
I gave you the key to my golden coins room
but you buried your loyalty on those dunes
a sarcastic smile with your broken teeth
people were saying that loneliness was made for me
An arrow on my back
point a beautiful golden gun at my forehead
it is divine to believe we're the same
while you rip out my guts with no shame

I'm one of your favorite paper dolls
the clouds won't stop my fall
if you're gonna **** me and throw me to the tides
i rather you eat me alive

We dance all night til our feet start to bleed
he has seven beasts that he forgets to feed
then he searches for shelter on those happy eyes
when we want to be happy we have to build some lies
My hands tied above my head
a dynamite sitting on my lap
i'm another card behind your ears
a mistake you'll never fix

I'm one of your favorite paper dolls
the clouds won't stop my fall
if you're gonna **** me and throw me to the tides
i rather you eat me alive

Everyone in this room can hear our laughs
i thought i was your everlasting healer
and you were looking for a love dealer
Aleska Servian
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Aleska Servian  Brazil
(Brazil)   
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