Из альбома: The Moldy Peaches

Burn it all up
Hanging in the street


Enlightenment
Whining mercy me

Take my hand now love
Down the stairs your father walks

I will lead the way
His hair is falling gray


Leave them behind
Run into the sea

Don't make a sound
Twitching silently

Take my hand now love
Down the stairs your father walks

I will lead the way
His hair is falling gray


No matter what they say
I can make you stay.

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