Gavin Friday - Each Man Kills The Thing He Loves | Текст песни

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Each man kills the thing he loves,
by each let this be heard
Some do it with a bitter look,
some with a flattering word
The coward does it with a kiss,
the brave man with a sword
Some kill their love when they are young, some when they are old
Some strangle with the hands of lust,
some with the hands of gold
The kindest use a knife because,
the dead so soon grow cold
Some love too little, some too long,
some buy and other sell
Some do the deed with so many tears,
and some without a sigh
For each man kills the thing he loves,
yet each man does not die


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