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Jetzt erst recht!
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Wås kånn i?
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Do you know Bob Stemps?
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Pretend we're dead
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What's up with what's going down
In every city, in every town
Cramping styles is the plan
They've got us in the palm of every hand
When we pretend that we're dead
When we pretend that we're dead
They can't hear a word we've said
When we pretend that we're dead
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on come on
Turn the tables with our unity
They neither moral nor majority
Wake up and smell the coffee
Or just say no to individuality
When we pretend that we're dead (pretend that we're dead)
When we pretend that we're dead (pretend that we're dead)
They can't hear a word we've said (pretend that we're dead)
When we pretend that we're dead (pretend that we're dead)
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on come on
When we pretend that we're dead (pretend that we're dead)
When we pretend that we're dead (pretend that we're dead)
They can't hear a word we've said (pretend that we're dead)
When we pretend that we're dead (pretend that we're dead)
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Dead (pretend that we're dead)
Dead (come on, come on, come on, come on)
Dead (pretend that we're dead)
Dead (come on, come on, come on, come on)
Dead (pretend that we're dead)
Dead (come on, come on, come on, come on
Dead (pretend that we're dead)
Dead (come on, come on, come on, come on)
Dead (pretend that we're dead)
Dead (come on, come on, come on, come on)
Dead (pretend that we're dead)
Dead (come on, come on, come on, come on)
Dead (pretend that we're dead)
Dead (come on, come on, come on, come on)
Dead (pretend that we're dead)
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Soli Si Muore
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Oh, la voglia di amare
mi scoppia nel cuore
soli si muore...
Tu o un'altra è lo stesso
aspettare non posso
soli si muore
senza un'amore
Oh, è l'ultima notte
che prego il Signore
fa freddo di notte
soli si muore
voglio l'amore
Soli si muore, senza l'amore.
Soli si muore, voglio un amore.
Soli si muore, senza l'amore.
Soli si muore, voglio l'amore.
Soli si muore, senza l'amore.
Soli si muore, soli si muore.
Io prego il Signore, io prego il Signore...
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Southring-Gene, The 2nd Innsbruck, Austria
Stil: Pseudo-Depressiver-Vorstadt-Stricher-Punk (a.k.a. Hobbykunst), positiv ausgerichtet
Southring-Gene, The 2nd recommends:
my main-band (Metal)
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