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Brasília, Brazil

A song for the Outcast Backyard Babies Roses are red The seed has been spread Three can keep a secret if two of them's dead Blood on their hands cut family bands Not enough life without been giving the chance Are we meant to be angels falling Or do we live to survive? This illusion ain't my way When everybody's walking out on On the road to a strict perfection Only the beauty live to tell This is the source of all the infections Jaded, but I won't fade out with you Monster's been fed Thousands ahead It's all in your books But has never been said I color my art Black for my heart Run 'til I run no more I'm back from the start Are we meant to be angels f