b-b-b-babe, you were treating me like a thief
your hold on
come on, hey listen, this is the song for you
forget
[almost instrumental, they just say: jodle dodle]
the history of france has a time when a man
called
no fucking rounds can hit him
no, no chain made can
so many times, we were searching for the way
to the
in dreams i'm running over mountains, over fields
nothing is unreacheable,
long ago, was it really just a woman's sin
we still
Bow down, look at meHave mercy upon meHallowed be thy
AlertRememberBurn the flag, the flag, the flagHypnotizedControl spiritual riotsG
All the memories, deep insideAll the thoughts, of times I
Blackened, black as one can beThe one and only mentor
Welcome to this sink of iniquitiesYou may stay there anytime
Was my change night?I don't give up the fightI can
Another year of miseryIn perfect harmony, yeahAll she things that
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