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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeLetter To God (1983)
[Intro][Primeira Parte]I left home and moved to BrooklynWhere my boyfriend had a placeAnd he had track marks on his armsBut had the most angelic faceI watched my friends die before twenty-oneAnd now I'm twenty-eightAnd met the doctors every dayBecause I can't stop losing weightAnd now I'm the one with the needlesIn my arms and in my legsAnd making jokes about the blood testsAnd I'm plannin' my estateAnd I don't wanna blame the childBut I have to speculateIf this could all just bе an answerTo those quests that camе delayedBecause I'd never would have said itIf I knew I'd have to waitUntil the moment I was happyThen it all disintegrates and I'm singin'[Refrão]Please, God, I don't wanna be sickNo, I don't wanna hurt, so get it over with quickPlease, God, I wanna be loved[Próxima Parte]Don't wanna be somebody that you're tryna get rid of[Próxima Parte]I don't wanna be somebody that you're tryna get rid of[Final]Thank you
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