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Lightning striking from her fingertips
Gravel buried deep beneath the skin
And I don't care for
The way it was before, anymore
All the dwellers of the houses in the hills
Shake the hands of crooks and cops
That hand them sleeping pills
And I don't care for
The way it was before, anymore



Авторы: Amos Pitsch


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