Lletres: Sepultura. Roots. Lookaway.

Each time I pull it apart
I get disgusted, can't do it today
What makes it so good
That a man would kill for it
Lie just to lick a bit

Each time I pull it apart
I get disgusted, can't do it today
What makes it so good
To lie just to lick

Fake it, you like it
Just take me away
Hold it, just save it
And I'll be repaid

Each time I pull it apart
I get disgusted, can't do it today
What makes it so good
That a man would kill for it to
Lie just to lick a bit

Each time I pull it apart
I get disgusted, can't do it today
What makes it so good to lie
To lick

Take it, enlarge it
Became it, before
Like it, I like it, and I'll be [incomprehensible]

Fake it, then like it
Just take it tonight
Take it

I look at you then you look at me
Then you look away
I look at you then you look at me
Then you look away
I look at you then you look at me
Then you look away
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