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Russian Love Machine

Dernière mise à jour le: 24 avril 2020
#together against coronavirus

Pick up your pistol. We're heading to town It's right for the pickin when the sun goes down I got a chip on my shoulder and spit in my eye

There's a score to be settled in the midnight hour What a peach of a hand. What a daisy you are Blood on the window. Pour it in my cup Spin those revolvers. Light a cigarette Cards on the table. Cast all your bets Black hearts black hearts Hold no remorse Black hearts black hearts Hold no remorse A light from nowhere on the empty tracks A kaleidoscope of souls, the ghost train is back To claim all the ones who've died at our hands Going nowhere forever til we meet again Tickets in our jackets and a watchful eye Sooner or later the look runs dry Spin those revolvers. Light a cigarette Cards on the table. Cast all your bets Black hearts black hearts Hold no remorse Black hearts black hearts Hold no remorse Look all around. They're all afraid With Sebastians in town, there's hell to be paid These boys here are watching. They're waiting for me Without a single thought about where you just might be If you were made free Lord surely you'll see To the cost of your sons that they may never breathe Dead hearted fools on a ship of despair But you know I'll still be fair You know I'll still be fair Now we've made more like us I can't let them feel like us Oh, once you see through to purpose within, I know you'll agree All that is life is what we tell ourselves and you've told a hell of a story

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