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ترانه و شعر با صدای Des Rocs
Maybe there's a fever Burning on the inside Waiting for the demons To come and lick the tears dry
But I'm still begging for the Pale sugar water Eyes lazy for the truth Am I, still waiting like a Lamb to the slaughter Does your God believe in you?
Maybe, I'm a total wreck So drain my blood until there's nothing left Maybe, I won't repent Live a lie and let the vultures in
Maybe, I (I, I, I, I) Will make a mess of me (I, I, I, I) Will make a mess of me
Maybe there's a Saviour A cowboy with the right mind Smoking from the razor Cutting just to feel nice
But I'm still begging for the Pale sugar water Eyes lazy for the truth Am I, still waiting like a Lamb to the slaughter Does your God believe in you?
Oh, maybe, I'm a total wreck So drain my blood until there's nothing left Maybe, I won't repent Live a lie and let the vultures in
Maybe, I (I, I, I, I) Will make a mess of me (I, I, I, I) Will make a mess of me
Maybe, I'm a total wreck So drain my blood until there's nothing left Maybe, I won't repent Live a lie and let the vultures in
Maybe, I (I, I, I, I) Will make a mess of me (I, I, I, I) Will make a mess of me
(I, I, I, I) Will make a mess of me (I, I, I, I) Will make a mess of me
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