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letra de writer - pulse

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i’ve never lied with so much passion at nights
recognized the descendent lines from corner to corner

leafs appear everywhere, they hide and fade
writers

discovered by the first morning
amnesia

and the meaning is certainly not the same
for loading with ink the lies from an ephemeral night
the wrinkles inside a thrash can, waiting to be
an ephemeral night

i’ve never lied
they destroy and make mess
it was just a dream
from your first mourning kiss

for loading with ink the lies from an ephemeral night
the wrinkles inside a thrash can, waiting to be
an ephemeral night
i’ve never lied
they destroy and make mess
it was just a dream
from your first mourning kiss

- pulse

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