Paroles: Milow. Maybe Next Year. Brussels Is On My Side.

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The saddest smile in history
How she looked at me
The way our lives are passing us by
Lie after lie

Chorus:
Tonight your luck ran out
You may scream real loud
You won't get away
I'm gonna make you pay
Until I am done with you
There's nothing you can do
Nowhere you can hide
This city's on my side

A classic case of too little too late
At a quarter to eight
No second thoughts 'cause this Saturday night
Calls for a fight

Every place
where I'll find you
(Cause I will find you)
Looks the same in the dark