The razor I keep inside my pocket
Keeps me away from losing control
Even though if you keep a razor in your pocket
It means you've lost control a very long time ago
The days come and go as I rise from the dead
Classic music makes me forget the secrets
all the secrets I keep behind my teeth
and the lies I told the ones who care
And as I travel to another century
My soul is filled with pure joy and I know no pain
There is no razor, there is no blade
Suddenly I have a princess dress and zero scars to be ashamed
"How long will it last this time?", I ask myself
And answering my question, the song ends
The walls of the castle I made starts to fall
The wind in my hair now is just a blow
And I start the music over again
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC
The razor I keep inside my pocket
Keeps me away from losing control
Even though if you keep a razor in your pocket
It means you've lost control a very long time ago
The days come and go as I rise from the dead
Classic music makes me forget the secrets
all the secrets I keep behind my teeth
and the lies I told the ones who care
And as I travel to another century
My soul is filled with pure joy and I know no pain
There is no razor, there is no blade
Suddenly I have a princess dress and zero scars to be ashamed
"How long will it last this time?", I ask myself
And answering my question, the song ends
The walls of the castle I made starts to fall
The wind in my hair now is just a blow
And I start the music over again
D. Furtado
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