I sit in the park where I dwell
For this girl I love so well
She took my heart away from me
Now she wants to set me free
I see a boy on her lap
She says things to him she never said to me
I run home to cry on my bed
Not a word to mother was said
Father came home late that night
He looked at me from left to right
He saw me hanging from a rope
He took his knife to cut me down
And on my shirt a note was found:
Dig my grave Dig it deep
Dig my grave From head to feet
And on the top place a dove
And remember this, I die for love...
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I don't have a rope so I'l fly from my roof...
Easy enough.................
Contra emos ?
Absolutamente nada...
Contra pseudo-emos ?
Tudo...
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