Вершы: Every Time I Die. Roman Holiday.
We caught our teeth in the bedroom
We slit our wrists on our custom dollar bill
Witches, witches, withes, witches
We are the death of the party
We are the life of the funereal, all of us
Bring this, bring this, bring this
I want the righteous roots
I want the fresh meat
I want the first born
I want the dead beat
We traded poses on flood lights
The stop sign all of this
Witches, witches, witches, witches
We found our way in the black out
We are the ghosts in the lighthouse all of us
Bring this, bring this, bring this
I walk the open road
I walk the dark streets
I walk the...
I walk the west heat
We slit our wrists on our custom dollar bill
Witches, witches, withes, witches
We are the death of the party
We are the life of the funereal, all of us
Bring this, bring this, bring this
I want the righteous roots
I want the fresh meat
I want the first born
I want the dead beat
We traded poses on flood lights
The stop sign all of this
Witches, witches, witches, witches
We found our way in the black out
We are the ghosts in the lighthouse all of us
Bring this, bring this, bring this
I walk the open road
I walk the dark streets
I walk the...
I walk the west heat
Every Time I Die
Every Time I Die
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