Из альбома: Rose Hill Drive

Fire fallin from the sky

Great golden pillars are vaporized

Rome is fallin

Right before our eyes

I just believe that it's not because of me

And I cross the line



Nice to meet you

Black smoke night

Edge of destructioin

Do you got a light

Rome is fallin

right before our eyes

I just believe that it's not because of me

And I cross the line



It's just a roll of the dice now

Honey, honey

And just a matter of taste

I'm lookin at the world now baby

In a brand new face

With a soul patch

And a mustache

Better grab my boots and sash

Cus I got somewhere to go

And I don't have to hide

When I cross the line

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