Hold your hater in your feast,
hold it like he's an angel,
and you are the devil's beast
Hold it until it's gone your anger,
you've never thought it's a sin,
holding your angel in a triangle.
Hold it just a bit,
i urge you though,
just a forbid,
of your dislike to show,
than shortly let it go.
Holding your angel overtime,
it's a complete distress of your mind,
have you ever got drunk with wine,
i'll buy you a red bottle when you'll feel fine.
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