If I retreat, words, wars and symphonies Make room were takin over here Youre the galantine, cold and alone, it suits you well Wont find me perching here again May your feet serve you well and the rest be sent to hell Where they always have belonged, cold hearts brew colder songs Fate will weigh us out with a song of pure romance Stomp your feet and clap your hands Lets kill tonight, kill tonight Show them all youre not the ordinary type Lets kill tonight, kill tonight Show them all youre not the ordinary type Lets kill tonight
Posted on: Wed, 06 Nov 2013 23:42:05 +0000
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