Paroles de This Is It
Dripping blood on your sunday dressSo much baggage, a fucking mess.
Day after day, a life on the ropes.
No use waiting for any hope.
You're just a waste of my breath.
Hope you dig the flowers I wont send.
This time baby, you can't leave.
Pray to that god you'll never see.
You're going to scream when you burn
Pray to that god you'll never see.
You're going to scream when you burn
PRESTON, BILLY/DORIS TROY
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