Lyrics Strange Fortune - Christian Death
                                                They 
                                                preserved 
                                                elegant 
                                                paintings
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pouring 
                                                wine 
                                                how 
                                                bitter 
                                                the 
                                                toast
 
                                    
                                
                                                Stray 
                                                rumours 
                                                told 
                                                in 
                                                cafes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Respect 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                enemies 
                                                eye
 
                                    
                                
                                                Strange 
                                                Fortune
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                warm 
                                                lovers 
                                                secret 
                                                revenge
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dance 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                flowers 
                                                in 
                                                stolen 
                                                perfume
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                glass 
                                                of 
                                                champagne, 
                                                    a 
                                                crust 
                                                of 
                                                bread
 
                                    
                                
                                                Respect 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                enemies 
                                                eye
 
                                    
                                
                                                Strange 
                                                Fortune
 
                                    
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