Arthur Satine - It Isn't Right | Текст песни

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Elevator and sex
Babe you do it best
I’m going away
I’m going away
From this place

The manor of death
Haunts me everywhere
I’m running away
I’m running away
But it’s coming next

In the night reigns violence
From the silence I hear cry
He was trying to by more sand for his hourglass
It isn’t right

Oh
It isn’t right

Loving you it’s right? (or not)
The million dollar question
The things that I want
In the middle of something special

Life from the crime
New York city around us
In the land of the blind
I have no one to trust

(chorus)

Police sirens light up green sky
He’s dead and I don’t care
With drugs I was high but now I found out
The depths of my brain

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