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Snape mata a Dumbledore

Across Five Aprils

Snape Kills Dumbledore

Brave boy; don't let them tell you its fine.
You've seen them bend and bend and break you.
Don't let it happen this time.

The feeling is not new and not that they had to lie to you about your life.
Now that they got you, the bearer of bad news.
Nothing will turn out right.
And what I'm saying is:

It's not real.
It's not fair to me.
It's not real.
And you mean nothing to me.

We'll march five by five, until the day is done.
Don't mind the standers by; you're not the only one.

Smart girl, stay strong.
With every breath, hold on.
It's not that you have something to prove.
It's not a game. You can't win, you just lose.
Once again, you mean nothing to me.
Your lack of spine is something to see.
I'll sit back and watch you bleed.
Is this the way that you wanted to be?

The feeling is not new. and not that they had to lie to you about your life.
Now that they got you, the bearer of bad news.
Nothing will turn out right.
And what I'm saying is:

It's not real.
It's not fair to me.
It's not real, it's not real.
And you mean nothing to me.
Once again, you mean nothing to me.

Your lack of spine is something to see.
I'll sit back and watch you bleed.
Is this the way that you wanted to be?
Don't tempt, don't tempt me.
Don't tempt, don't tempt, don't tempt me.
Don't tempt, don't tempt me.
Don't tempt, don't temp, don't tempt me.
This is not a game.
You can't win, you just lose.

Snape mata a Dumbledore

Valiente chico; no dejes que te digan que está bien.
Los has visto doblarse una y otra vez y romperte.
No permitas que suceda esta vez.

El sentimiento no es nuevo y no es que tuvieran que mentirte sobre tu vida.
Ahora que te tienen, el portador de malas noticias.
Nada saldrá bien.
Y lo que estoy diciendo es:

No es real.
No es justo para mí.
No es real.
Y no significas nada para mí.

Marcharemos cinco por cinco, hasta que termine el día.
No te preocupes por los espectadores; no eres el único.

Chica inteligente, mantente fuerte.
Con cada aliento, aguanta.
No es que tengas algo que demostrar.
No es un juego. No puedes ganar, solo pierdes.
Una vez más, no significas nada para mí.
Tu falta de carácter es algo para ver.
Me sentaré y te veré sangrar.
¿Es así como querías ser?

El sentimiento no es nuevo y no es que tuvieran que mentirte sobre tu vida.
Ahora que te tienen, el portador de malas noticias.
Nada saldrá bien.
Y lo que estoy diciendo es:

No es real.
No es justo para mí.
No es real, no es real.
Y no significas nada para mí.
Una vez más, no significas nada para mí.

Tu falta de carácter es algo para ver.
Me sentaré y te veré sangrar.
¿Es así como querías ser?
No tientes, no me tientes.
No tientes, no me tientes, no me tientes.
No tientes, no me tientes.
No tientes, no tientes, no me tientes.
Esto no es un juego.
No puedes ganar, solo pierdes.

Escrita por: Across Five Aprils