A slave of a story
A serving without glory
For you there´s no other way
To get to the end of the day
Just a messenger of lies
Your senses in disguise
You and your story may die
Counting scars on your hands
And your world seems to have no sense
The Slave lyrics by Deep Inside Myself. A slave of a story A serving without glory For you there´s no other way To get to the end of the day Just a messenger...
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A slave of a story
A serving without glory
For you there´s no other way
To get to the end of the day
Just a messenger of lies
Your senses in disguise
You and your story may die
Counting scars on your hands
And your world seems to have no sense
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