Club 8 - Western Hospitality | Текст песни

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One day we’ll come to the point
Where we now walked away from
We’ll march through the cities
With ice in the distance and leave it all

One day the ? ? / nothing at all
Voices will die when we
Put out the fires they’ll be no more
(They’ll be no more)
They’ll be no more
(They’ll be no more)
Whoah oh oh oh whoah
Whoah oh oh oh whoah

(They’ll be no more)
Whoah oh oh oh whoah
Whoah oh oh oh whoah
(They’ll be no more)
Whoah oh oh oh whoah
Whoah oh oh oh whoah

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