Andy

Pretend that’s a fine world, ya
Can’t go back in time, right?
Hey you
Running about the side
Doing all sorts of horror

I guess that you’re right

What happened to my life, ah
Lost sophistication
Lost my shell
My guilt screws inside

All our schemes have holes
A murderer’s more straightforward, ah
My prayers perhaps will reach you
The duty of the son is to be son, oh

I could certainly play
But am I capable of true love?
Agreeable to the law of war
Is the best of worlds
Holy virgin
What shall become of us? Son

Where upon do you jump the question
Good and dear and some of those
I can’t face the things straight
What difference does it make, so?

Ready to die of laughing
Simply letting things happen
It’s my sense of humour
Where are the crosses?
Tears and suffering
After all that’s life
Sure, kid.
Sure, kid.
Sure, kid.

What you call a lie? Say

What you call a lie?
What you call a lie? Say

There is very little left to kill, ya
Can’t betray myself
Simply dislike people
The black tents of us nomads
Paradise
The Holy Yard
Eternal time
Love will raise us
Awaiting the Great Judge
This world is nothing

It’ bound to give a new life.
A friend to give a new life:
Dead or alive
Dead or alive
Girl, do know the heartache?
Do you know the heartache?
Do you know the heartache?
So.
What you call a lie?
What you call a lie? Son.
What you call a lie?
What you call a lie?
What you call a lie?
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