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• Artiste: Fletch
• Titre: Ghost Of Chicago
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Flashing red lights Show me what you're worth now Getting caught cold You're hands are shaking Look who's crying now? Take you away to a place that's worse somehow A waking dream That's hard to tell your reality from This fucking prison cell Hold on only for a moment sir Let me explain myself and I've been wrongfully accused You have got the wrong guy So turn around And let me go You have found me out Where is your cover story? And I swear on me and everything that I can help You gotta be kidding me. Ah ah ah ah ah Order order in the courtroom I swear to tell the truth and the whole truth and nothing but it So help you god You've done nothing for me You were cold and lonely I've given you away It's the only way I would never give into your temptation Id never be the same So I will leave you waiting Leave you waiting for me Its open war This is open war You have found me out Where is your cover story? And I swear on me and everything that I can help You gotta be kidding me Ah ah ah ah Order order in the courtroom I swear to tell the truth and the whole truth and nothing but it So help you god Now this is open war Now this is open war Now this is open war Order order in the courtroom I swear to tell the truth the and whole truth and nothing but it So help you god Order order in the courtroom I swear to tell the truth the whole truth and nothing but it So help you god