always staying at the edge of law,
since he was a child
always living at the edge of love.
With danger in one side,
and in the other with success,
he spend all his days
running to feel he's alive.
But, How long he could do that?,
al life you must pay the bill
for the acts you done,
although you think it's no real.
Living wothout friends,
living at the end of the way,
he looks for another games
in all his dangerous days.
There must be something different
in the streets he sill cross throw,
it must be true
that world will change for you.
And he feel he's in a deep hole,
and he can't take out there.
He must be wrong
with the thoughts he made.
It's too late to leave out,
it's too late to be without.
Dear, he must will born again
to be another one, not the same.
Always walking at he edge of life,
always staying at the edge of law,
since he was a child
always living at the edge of love.
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