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Full of rich is your life

And from debris i make mine

Seeking trough the forest

I am willing to find

My solace in blues

But good ole' leather keeps me tight

The only time i fell alone is in Christmas

But Christ himself has died alone under enemy’s eyes

Cold nights, the winter starting to burn and sting inside my bones

One more year for…

A king and his throne,

Hurts just to think of

The pleasure in life one should not take

Child you’re awaken when you’re forsaken

«He used to be so cruel»

Cause everybody thinks that he’s so savage (go back savage!)

You’ve considered this a point of view,

The same in everyplace he goes

Playing rock and roll

To leave this world behind.

Full of tricks is your turn

And from the sling i make nerve

I’m willing to find my solace in you

Would the only witness lie?

His killing hands tattooed ten tribes,

I wonder if John himself did taste regret

When beheaded alive?

Why we lie to hide what lies beneath our eyes?

I cannot give you up,

I try to give you up

Don’t want to give you up

Want to give you up

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