December 12, 2015

Lyrics

You better never tell nobody all the things Ive seen
How you bought this haunted city under
With many, many, many down servants
In the service of their queen
And let their bodies to be broke
Like I did to your feet
She set fire to the military
Only about teenage kids
I am much too old for this
And I wont feel those kind of things
Dont you cry for me
I used to feel
Oh my love, oh my love
Oh my love, my love
Love, love that becomes
Love, love that becomes
All our love becomes
And all our love that goes
Became love on stray paper
Became love on stray paper
Became love on stray paper
Became love on stray paper
Become love on stray paper
Became love on stray paper

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