Jerome Pradon - 10. Summons (Crime of passion) | Текст песни

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• Jerome Pradon
• 10. Summons (Crime of passion)

Count to ten, you're it,
Hide your head in your arms.
The playground at school
Has its own evil charms.
There's nothing to hopscotch
If you play it well.
You are set for heaven,
I am set for Hell.
Here alone in hiding,
With the ticking clock,
I can hear them downstairs
They're picking the lock.
Soon my wait is ended
Yet I am afraid.
Death has come here knocking
To take me away.
Condemned lover
Summoned to the damned