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Confession
Now I will tell you what it is
That makes me feel so angry
It´s just the fact
That every wife
in this fucking street
Seems to work
Less like me
Like me
What can I do
Why can´t you see
Am I just
Invinsible for you
Invinsible for you?
This is a confession
I´d have brake my arms
To get you high so high like me
Now you are out there
Knockin´ knockin´ ´gainst the door.
Of the first floor
I wanted to tell you
a million times before
That I´m unhappy
Why can´t you see
I´m not your child anymore
You can fuck if you´re stressed out
You call me a bitch
I call you a liar
You wanted me to fuck me
I wanted you to getcha
Higher
Higher
Listen to me
I am fade
This is a confession
I´d have brake my arms
To get you high so high like me
Now you are out there
Knockin´ knockin´ ´gainst the door.
Of the first floor

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