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Sickness

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I'm a whore and I'm feeling sorry for myself I'm a whore and I'm feeling sorry for myself Eu sou uma prostituta e estou me sentindo triste In your arms I am drowning like the child I was In your arms I am drowning like the child I was Em seus braços eu estou me afogando como a criança que eu era I need more can you help me? I need more can you help me? Feed my sins, come and kill me Feed my sins, come and kill me Eu necessito de mais você pode me ajudar? It's calling me It's calling me Alimentando meus pecados, venha e me mate Endless skies falling freely down upon my head Endless skies falling freely down upon my head Isso está me chamando So much for hopeless dreaming frustration settles in So much for hopeless dreaming frustration settles in I need more can you help me? I need more can you help me? Os céus infinitos que caem em cima da minha cabeça Feed my sins, come and kill me Feed my sins, come and kill me Tanto para sonhos impossíveis frustrados estabelecidos em It's calling me It's calling me

Composição: Bobby Benish/Chester Bennington/Mace Beyers/Sean Dowdell





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