Paroles de Varieties Of Exile
Every word sounds like a sirenInto the town, breaking the silence
It's a good life, wait and it's over
Everywhere, ever, oh
We never would had mind
Here for next time
If there was doubt
It's getting colder
In a new light
I'd turn it over
I can't decide
If there's another
Hand on your fate, never
We never would had mind
Here for next time
We never would had mind
Here for next time
If there was doubt
It's getting colder
In a new light
I'd turn it over
I can't decide
If there's another
Hand on your fate, never
We never would had mind
Here for next time
We never would had mind
Here for next time
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