Looking at the devil
Grinning at his gun
Fingers start shaking
I begin to run

Thank you for letting me be myself again

Bullets start chasing
I begin to stop
We begin to wrestle and
I was on the top

I want to thank you ...

Thank you for the party
I could never stay
Many things is on my mind
Words in the way

Thank you ..




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