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Feb 2014
I can tell you you're just a soldier
i can take that weight off your shoulders
but you can't turn around and run away
no boat waiting for you at the bay
Money can pay you a sweet lover
it can't buy a family to wait for you at the door
that's when you start trying to read the stars
it'll make you feel better if you believe you're from Mars

But there's always some tips
hold on to your life like it was a crystal
lick this popsicle like it was a pistol

You can stay and we can start a riot
through the night killing young lions
it will fill you up with the only thing you can't give

Your beliefs look like a cheap satire
and you're choking on your dark desires
remember that you don't belong to anyone
you're the poor soul that won
Cuz money can pay you a sweet
but not someone to stop you from bleeding out
that's when you start trying to read the stars
or just set fire to your car

But there's always some tips
hold on to your life like it was a crystal
lick this popsicle like it was a pistol

You can stay and we can start a riot
through the night killing young lions
it will fill you up with the only thing you can't give

Sometimes you get used to your injuries
you swallow your happy mamories
wearing a snake as a necklace
they never let you be more reckless
Aleska Servian
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Aleska Servian  Brazil
(Brazil)   
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