Paroles de Narrative
The devil's in the detailsCold hands, warm heart.
You can't go home again,
And it's such a tragedy.
I've stripped you of my vanity,
With a mouth like a coal pit.
But don't be alarmed,
The red light is on...
And it's such a tragedy.
I've stripped you of my vanity,
With a mouth like a coal pit.
But don't be alarmed,
The red light is on...
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