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The Church
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Anyway
Church, The Anyway in my own way I don't make sense any more It's so hard to fake One lucky break Cocaine and cake
Young master morris had a closet in the forest But where were the bears when he let down his hair Pieces of ice dragging over the windscreen Look out wonderland we're bursting through the black screen
Anyway in my own way I don't make sense any more It's so hard to fake One lucky break Cocaine and cake
(....inaudible mutterings...)
Millions of consumers are lost in the rumours Overhead the weather (.....) along their leathers 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Fighting real fires with the rabbis and the friars The butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker
(...more inaudible mutterings...)
You know that all of them are users None of them are takers Making sunday music with their tom-toms and their shakers
Anyway in my own way I don't make sense any more It's so hard to fake One lucky break Champagne and cake
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Anyway in my own way I don't make sense any more
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