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Prijevod: Dead Hand. Noževi u krvi.

vai a estrada Agora nao espero mais aquela madrugada Vai ser, vai ser, vai ter de ser, vai ser faca amolada O brilho cego de paixao e fe, faca amolada

: Vivia na temperatura tepida dos lena§ois Aquele que dava pelo estranho nome De Amor. a?s vezes soltava-se E percorria pela ma?o Dos adolescentes ruas

Don't talk, watch! Don't talk, watch! You came here. Watch it. Don't like it? Walk out. We still have all your fucking money. Do not nudge, kick or jiggle

Your words are shallow and dull against my skin Their cold bitter edge cuts deeper within I don't appreciate the words you say behind my back, but it'

There is no real me Only an entity Something illusionary And though i can hide my cold gaze And you can shake my hand And feel flesh griping yours And

Touch me, you know just how to touch me Kiss me, you know just where to kiss me You know how to make me, make me feel so good You know how to make me

He drove away, I couldn't move First bitter taste of what love can do Sat on that porch, alone and cried It hurt so bad, I could've died Then Mama came

Listen, I'd be a liar if I told you that I didn't see it comin? Be more of a lie if I said hey, I didn't want it to be somethin? You deserve much better