Текст песни




If you could find that instrument
The one made of gold
You can use it on my chest
Find my mutated soul
Always ended with you
Even if we're alone
And I can feel that pain
Wherever you may go
Dead ringers
Dead ringers
Dead ringers
Dead ringers



Авторы: Jacob Scott Rubeck, Nicholas Foster Rattigan



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