eL 15

No longer will I have to be held accountable
up there in heaven, here on earth.
And you are like Attila's horse
wherever it goes, grass never grows.

Let it be, God, that I never have to fall in love again
let it be, God, that this world doesn't hear what you say
may the wine be more wine and end up getting me drunk
may the pretty girl never again dress up as a 15-year-old.
Let it be, God, that they sing you the lullaby of insomnia
may the sun that shines on you be worse than an eclipse in your life
may you go on a trip where the devil lives and resides
but may the pretty girl never again dress up as a 15-year-old.

Let it be, God, that you be showered with kisses and hugs
and may the one who showers you be the apostle Judas Iscariot
may ignorance be the virtue that leads you to failure
so that you may compare me to a subtle fool puppet.
Let it be, God, that you win all your battles
may the way I loved you persist
may the memories become evident wherever I go
but may the pretty girl never again dress up as a 15-year-old.

No, no, don't ask anyone what love is
run, look at yourself in the mirror and tell me if you're not the disappointment...
No longer, I won't have...

No longer will I have to be held accountable
up there in heaven, here on earth
and you are like Attila's horse
wherever it goes, grass never grows.

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