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W.T.Y.D.



Various Artists - W.T.Y.D. - Текст песни

Catch a shooting star, burn it to a crisp 
 Born into death, will you take the risk 
 See buckets and buckets, yeah, buckets of sin 
 You'll never end and can never begin 

 Chorus: 
 Welcome To Your Death (x3) 

 No forest of pleasure or fields of pain 
 High-rise at night, see the pavements of stain 
 A beckoning hand from those who were slain 
 Now you can sleep again 

 Repeat Chorus 

 I take the night and I stretch it wide 
 And I see all, you hide, I died 
 So slip right in, sip the wine 
 The caution flashes but the water's fine 

 Repeat Chorus
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