Songtexte Abby, You're Going to Burn for What You've Done to Me - The Paper Chase
Better off as a result of having died
Glory to God
And we all, too, must die one day
But the thing about it is, will you be ready?
I laid my black heart on the table
It just may make itself at home
My tender jewel, my precious pearl
My ruby red, my diamond girl
I'll see your head up on a pole
And so it's come to this
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