The Jack Wood - Murder | Текст песни

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i would never know how it can be real
to deserve one hour of night with no fear

i would never try looking after you
on my pallid face on my tired view

how you can be so mean
hour by hour
‘cause when you are looking at me
i’m loosing my power
you know that this cruel game
supposed to be over
but you do not listen to me
and act like a murderer

i would never know what i know today
i despise my pride, oh i forgot to pray

i would never try looking after you
on my pallid face on my tired view

how you can be so mean
hour by hour
‘cause when you are looking at me
i’m loosing my power
you know that this cruel game
supposed to be over
but you do not listen to me
and act like a murderer

murder murder

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