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letra de her story - mint

i know her life
dull, fearful, common
i know her dreams
wild, rich, proud and futile
and it’s her story now, her story now

woken up by a hard blow
still stuck in the dreams of herself in gowns
thinking how to get through days
through constant state of haze
or just for once
to leave this mess behind
but for now the only cure
can be found in the tv shows for poor

let’s watch the stars on tv

it’s her story now, her story now
have you ever seen how a vain life, vain life
led one straight to fame and spotlights, spotlights?
for those pretty eyes and fat -ss, fat -ss
world gave up its head and all cl-ss, all cl-ss
time to leak the tape, have no shame, be a wh0r-
you can heal the wound when you wrap yourself in dior
they’ll wait for your big smile, big smile
all will wonder how changed your style, your style
make up your face and don’t apologize
for being false and rude, pretending to be wise
for ruling over crowds that always wish for more
after all you won a world war, world war
and had the people’s minds replaced by instinct acts
it’s not a hard job to distract
it will never stop; it’s a circle now
audience needs its queen, they know how to bow
to the vain sl-t, vain sl-t

look at her, do you think she can hide
all the ugliness of the years gone by?
body in the full decay, so?
covered in the ash, stained with rot, with bad breath
see how much are sagged her br–sts
would it disgust you just to touch her chest?
watch her legs, watch her b-tt
do you see this girl or you’re blinded by the sl-ts?

have you ever seen how a real life, real life
made one doubt in hype of world’s lies, world’s lies
not for her are dreams of cloud nine, cloud nine
she will breathe the smog and won’t whine, won’t whine
so what? she will never feel that sweet thrill
would it pay the sour bills?
would it help the crushed dream?
would it stop the raids of wild screams, wild screams?
she’ll keep living this hard life, hard life
no reward for her for this long strife, long strife
maybe just the sting of self-pride, self pride
to control the tears during each night, each night
pity losers, pity lames, pity those who won the game
we’re all trapped in the same chase for high life
but no one ever envies her, no one wants to live
her life, her life, her life, her life

- mint

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