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• Artiste: Des Rocs
• Titre: Dead Ringer
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Hold my cigarette while it's lit, and let it burn ya baby Oh dead ringer you're so sick, but you look amazing All these voices in the night Come like a cool summer rain Know they hangin for a while So I let em stay, stay stay Oh all these faces in the night Lookin like the television saints With their names in big bright lights All they do is, take, take, take Oh lady, I got my hand on the trigger and it's pointed at the dead ringer Hold my cigarette while it's lit, and let it burn ya baby Oh dead ringer you're so sick, but you look amazing Hold my cigarette while it's lit, and let it burn ya baby Oh dead ringer you're so sick, but you look amazing Oh my reflection's from a time When all the worst was a game Nothing like the shake of life Stuck up in a race, race, race Hell caught a shadow of a guy Can’t find him one little break See there’s a gap in his smile For fitting all his pain, pain, pain Yea, yea, did you think that he could hurt you? Yea yea, the dead ringer never meant to Hold my cigarette while it's lit, and let it burn ya baby Oh dead ringer you're so sick, but you look amazing