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Marc Almond - Deaths Diary Şarkı Sözleri
dried it in my hand covered it in poison and i threw it on the land on wasted ground it tried to root but choked upon the sand and there´s room in my diary for you, my friend and there´s room in my diary for you on tuesday i took a bird such pain to hear it sing i blackened it with petrol and oiled its little wings i tainted the breeze as i threw it to the wind and there´s room in my diary for you, my friend and there´s room in my diary for you on wednesday i took a man he begged please help me die for he lay in pain and suffering it made his loved ones cry i can be terrible and gentle in the blinking of an eye and there´s room in my diary for you, my friend and there´s room in my diary for you on thursday i took a woman heavy with a child my old friend rape had paid a visit had stayed a little while in a back street i touched her with a wire and a smile and there´s room in my diary for you, my friend and there´s room in my diary for you on friday i took a city cursed it with a plague powdered crystals, smoking pipes to crush and to enslave and a row of dirty needles lines the route onto the grave and there´s room in my diary for you, my friend and there´s room in my diary for you on saturday i took a country praying for the rain parched throats and swollen lips without a harvest grain and i wiped out generations and i´d do it all again and there´s room in my diary for you, my friend and there´s room in my diary for you on sunday i took the world a bomb i did employ seven days to create life and one day to destroy every woman every man every girl and boy and there´s room in my diary for you, my friend and there´s room in my diary for you now as i close my diary and i´ve made my final date i blow away the ashes and i stoke the smoking grate i´ve no distinction between pain and joy no line twixt love and hate there´s no room in my diary for you, my friend there´s no room in my diary for you |
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