Words, words, words
Someone´s lie, someone´s truth
Someone´s life
But what are they:
nothing but agreements
wearing new languages and accents
Words
You can´t live without
but you would be happier if you did
It´s you making the decision
Do they matter or are they rubbish?
Words have no power
So why should I believe the opposite
Call me whore, call me fucking idiot
Send me to the hell
It´s just words, words, words
Not a big deal
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