I'll sing a song of the dead, the chanson sane
It's drilling holes in my pocket
I'll never ever stop yet
Fill my soul with your docket and your calm frame
You know I (x 4)
The cold wind blows you it's kisses
The darkness takes them away
Just a slave to it's wishes
Just a slave to it's ways
So go and do your dirty dishes
Lay restless and suspicious
Be the prey amongst the hunters that killed your dishes
Go sing a song of light and hope
But never believe both
Go turn the injured to the mains
With your calm frame
You know I (x 4)
The cold wind blows you it's kisses
The darkness takes them away
Just a slave to it's wishes
Just a slave to it's ways
The cold wind blows you it's kisses
The darkness takes them away, oh
Just a slave to it's wishes, oh
Just a slave to it's ways
I see your home in my head, and the tower in flames I'll sing a song of the dead, the chanson sane It's drilling holes in my pocket I'll never ever stop yet Fill my soul with your docket and your calm frame You know I (x 4) The cold wind blows you it's kisses The darkness takes them away Just a slave to it's wishes Just a slave to it's ways So go and do your dirty dishes Lay restless and suspicious Be the prey amongst the hunters that killed your dishes Go sing a song of light and hope But never believe both Go turn the injured to the mains With your calm frame You know I (x 4) The cold wind blows you it's kisses The darkness takes them away Just a slave to it's wishes Just a slave to it's ways The cold wind blows you it's kisses The darkness takes them away, oh Just a slave to it's wishes, oh Just a slave to it's ways Explain Request ×
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