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Nuthin' From You
Why did you invent the need To die in my direction? No point to this except for That look of yours Why did you invent the need To die in my direction? The slightest provocation You're writhing in contortion
Raising each fallen comrade High on the pyre Victory cinders flying through the air
Why did I believe tonight Would offer me an answer? The times I choose are always inappropriate Why did you want me to See you die a little faster? Desirable disaster Desirable disaster
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Raising each fallen comrade High on the pyre Victory cinders flying through the air To catch and rub our bodies black Raising each fallen comrade High on the pyre Victory cinders flying through the air
I don't want nothin' from you But maybe just enough for me
Raising each fallen comrade High on the pyre Victory cinders flying through the air To catch and rub our bodies black Raising each fallen comrade High on the pyre Victory cinders flying through the air
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