Mask

This mask is kind of dry.
Gotta believe her, she says.
She is gonna try,
This mask is kind of dry.

On the shadows lost my kingdom.
Woke up in the night with fever.
Say myself why.

The winter is kind of dull,
You better believe her, say I'm ok.
Survive this great deed.

This mask (gotta believe her)



Credits
Writer(s): Emilio Miranda
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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