The Devil Wears Prada

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Composição: The Devil Wears Prada

Back for the fourth time around and still meaning every word.
Never more honest, always too tired
Drowning in the pages I've planned. Provoke, destroy. Provoke, destroy
I could be the lost cause, for I am dead poetry
In this reflection, we are perfect disorder

Bring back balance, bring restoration. I saw the waves again, I felt the impact
I saw the waves again, I watched the current sway us
Bring back balance, bring restoration. Go...

Lost in the clouds and my heart is sleeping. Within the tide, although my eyes are dying

Back for the fourth time around and still meaning every word (every word)
Never more blatant, always too thoughtful. If I could change things, I'd change myself

Time to be joyful in no consistency. Faith can be our only regularity
Time to be joyful in no monotony. There are no final goodbyes, this is our certainty

Bring back balance, bring restoration. I saw the waves again, I felt the impact
I saw the waves again, I watched the current sway us
Bring back balance, bring restoration

And just like that my life ceased to be

If I could change things, I'd change myself: Sunk to the bottom of a deaf, lifeless world

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