Paroles de The Boy with the Aubergine Hair
Me and the boy with the aubergine hairTravel the world with only three cares
One is of money, and two is of time
Three is the tragedy that you are not mine
Sundays, all of my demons rest
But today's not a Sunday
Sundays, all of my demons rest
Rest, rest, rest, rest, rest
Sundays, all of my demons rest
Rest, rest, rest, rest, rest
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