Lyrics
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We're painted as monsters,
Borracho, cansado
Do you know what the people say?
Plucked from the garden
Of wretched beliefs
I offer a rose & smile with harmless teeth
Then slick back my hair,
You know the devil's in there
Alone in the garden
Like lumbering giants
In a shameful parade
We came to ruin all & make a rotten trade
We'll make you roll over
So roll over
Get over...
Scared to remove the shy
Sharing much too late
Feeling so undeserving
Of what will be something
No i can never stay out of the ring
Of the memory of your face
