Текст песни Robe for Juda - The Wytches
The
putrid
tongue
said
who's
in
front
Is
cheap
and
bound
to
die
Like
any
man
will
hold
your
hand
And
spit
then
put
them
together
I
want
to
be
there
I
want
to
see
it
Oh
what
do
you
wear
But
the
Robe
for
Juda?
When
I
search
for
her
I
hold
her
out
Until
we're
above
a
fire
When
I
search
for
her
I
hold
her
out
Until
we're
above
a
fire
The
haze
a
steam,
a
lucid
dream
Of
minds
that
were
starved
of
ideas
Then
spat
me
out
some
dirty
mouth
With
words
that
bought
us
together
And
I
want
to
be
there
When
you
came
just
to
leave
her
Oh
what
did
you
wear
But
the
Robe
for
Juda
When
I
search
for
her
I
hold
her
out
Until
we're
above
a
fire
When
I
search
for
her
I
hold
her
out
Until
we're
above
a
fire
When
I
search
for
her,
When
I
search
for
her,
When
I
search
for
her,
When
I
search
for
her...
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