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Letras:Puracane. 14 Nights.

Give me some that's still my half
Oh the struggle makes it worse
What did i get myself into
14 nights and there's a chance
I'll get up and see the harm
It's alright. You haven't changed

All that glowed in your bowl is rotting
I'm caught in the middle of
I shouldn't have let this go on
I'm caught in the middle of
I shouldn't have let this go on

We always fight and I recall
Laying you out on the floor
Oh my Lord. You haven't changed.

Lying blue and lying red
Broken glass in my bed
What did I get us both into

All that glowed in your bowl is rotting
I'm caught in the middle of
I shouldn't have let this go on
I'm caught in the middle of
I shouldn't have let this go on

My room is red and no one knows
Am I the only thing that glows?
I haven't wept, my eyes are closed
I don't know where my sorow goes

All that glowed in your bowl is rotting
I'm caught in the middle of
I shouldn't have let this go on
I'm caught in the middle of
I shouldn't have let this go on