begin to stop believing in magic and suddenly
get older and you stop looking for good girls and start
; to find a taste for whores like you also find the taste
to break your nose to the edges of the cups and breathing fumes that simple
one day shine and the other in the bottom of all remember
who knows how to stop looking for girls well and I started writing
to bark at the moon and the anxieties skinned Blessed be my fate
good girls always left a bad taste in the soul
something like frivolity mixed with shit
written by: eduardo unhealthy 
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