Below is the lyrics of the song High Speed Weekend Survivor , artist - Feed Me with translation
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Feed Me
I have no memories
No past, even my name
Is something made-up
Not having a past means that you got no memories to haunt you
A clean slate for your soul
I have no memories
No past, even my name
Is something made-up
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