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Текст песни "Blood, Death & Taxes" |
So close so far away
suspected so you say
Theyґve got a place for me
Iґm a displaced society.
Iґm not looking for compensation
I want some justice
Tell you what they want from me
Blood, death and taxes.
Fed up - My hands are tied
Frustrated - Down the line
Busted and out of time.
How could I have been so blind.
They wonґt fuckinґ rest until Iґm dead
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