Get out of my mind n' my sick heart, just please
You're a criminal n' kind of evildoer
N' if you don't, I swear, I will call police
That represents some madsines that lay me on the floor.
Get out of my soul n' dreams along the night
Just run away as fast as you could ever run
A life with you is battlefield n' here I must fight
But when you leave me my heart is the greatest scar.
Get out of my city, my country n' my Earth
You illuminate with beauty n' I can't just deny
You're fabulous disaster n' the main course
Of living n' of shattering my little butterflies.
Get out, boy, who`s like a nuclear explosion
Why did you appeared on my peaceful way
So, now I' m suffering of my life' s erosion
But just remember, I' m crazy 'bout you, okay?
Get out... okay?
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