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Spikes To You

'A' frames, statuettes, Sunset Magazine They're lining up to do their jobs but I swear to God I seen bits and guts and pieces hanging from the trees Stumpy

is pathetic You want your cross and you will receive it A cross for every pig Squeal on the cross as I drive a single spike through your skull Hammering

aren't remedies for broken hearts, so I'm told Never thought things would turn out quite this way Never thought I'd run out of things to say to you

Traduction: Vous Enemy. Dernier clou dans le cercueil.

: Ya lo sabia Tu alma rota tu biografia de amor Me lo advertias no hay sincronia fue cosa mia La fantasia de enamorarte algun dia yo Fui solo el consuelo

Guardo fisso il cielo,il chiaro di luna che passa sembra dire tutto, ho un pensiero brutto,che il cielo di Luglio,trovi in me l'immenso buio. Cerco

Stella pallida quanto mi hai segnato, le tue carezze e poi quello sfiorarci innocentemente, innocente anche quando mi hai ferito, troppo forse per poi

Sara diverso respirare accanto a te, sara migliore passagerare vicino te, realta che spero un giorno arrivera, perche io ti aspetto nel mio freddo, per

betrayaland denial you never said a word. As the flesh was ripped from your back, you never said a word. As you walked to your execution you saw a man