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• Artiste: Eliza Doolittle
• Titre: A Tear For The Dreadful
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When somebody shot him down on the road All they did was fucking take out their phones As his body lost the last of its blood There's no love, there's no love, there's no love I, I, I don't care how hard you think you are Shame, shame on your name and the blatant weakness in your heart Ah, this blue is cuttin' deeper than bone If I let it, it will show me my soul With a question it's been dyin' to ask Something that I haven't wanted to know I, I, I don't care how hard you think you are Shame, shame on your name and the blatant weaknеss in your heart When somebody shot him down on thе road All they did was fucking take out their phones When somebody shot him down on the road All they did was fucking take out their phones When somebody shot him down on the road All they did was fucking take out their phones When somebody shot him down on the road All they did was fucking take out their phones And the blood runs out of many more (I know the blood runs out of many more) And the blood runs out of many more (I know the blood runs out of many more) And the blood runs out of many more (I know the blood runs out of many more) And the blood runs out of many more (I know the blood runs out of many more) And the blood runs out of many more (I know the blood runs out of many more) And the blood runs out of—