Master - Talk of the devil (Mausoleum '92) - Синглы / Single_s | Текст песни

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Talk of the Devil and he's sure to come
Thinking of Evil and things will go wrong
On this small wild planet we live and die
We keep on messing through space and time
I could be a preacher, I bet I could be
But I'm just a creature who's born to sin

Born to Sin
Born to Cry
Born to Live
Born to Die
Here comes,
Here comes a brand new dawn
Who knows, who cares
If you went wrong?

We talk of the Devil he wouldn't come
We're thinking of Evil and nothing goes wrong
Get Crazy, mean world
No end to war
Breaking all rules
We got no choice

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