    C like the charisma you will never have. Like the chip on your shoulder that isn't
    helping you, god. E like the empathy you will never, never ever try. Like your evil twisted thoughts that you’re pretending not to have. C . E . L . I . A . No more time to play C . E . L . I . A
    . You better run away L like your legacy that i’d be ashamed to give away. Like the lies, the lack and the lust of power you’re afraid to ever say. C . E . L . I . A . No more time to play. C . E
    . L . I . A . You better run away. I like « Hi mate, how are you? » Fuck off! I know you’re talking behind my back, twat. I’m not daft. I’m not this stupid fucking guy you think you can trick,
    you cow. Oh … Sorry mum, I love you. A like an ABC for wipe out all my memories of you. Please! Please, please lord if you exist give me a magic bullet so I can split that head in two. C . E . L
    . I . A . No more time to play C . E . L . I . A . You better run away
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