There is pain into my story
There are words that have no end.
They might see me live in struggle
They might see me bath in sins.
I have lived a fable story.
To tell the truth is to tell a lie.
I am made of misery though
Son why don't you here my cry
Here is what I have for a story.
To tell the truth is to tell a lie.
They might see me bath in struggle.
They my see me live a lie.
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