Alias Conrad Coldwood - Your Turn | Текст песни

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(do that) (your turn) (do that)
It's like a smile on your face, but it won't last I'm afraid,
You said it's not a disgrace to get away with all you've made.
There's no room? Then dissolve. To carry help, as some plain hands. [??]
But I don't care anyway, cos' there's none. Their complaints, I must say... [I'm not sure at all about that one]
(do that) (your turn)

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It's like mourning in the city, upon rooftops and building trims.
A friendly, warm, latent thing to bring the rain, then wash our tears.
'was like a helping hand when you just lost your lot of dimes.
And the only thing you've got in mind is to find the fasted way to die.
(do that) (your turn)

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