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And cut out my heart, i know it s been hell not to touch
Meme quand il t accuse, des vrais ennemis Hache, i never wanted you that much
And cut out my heart, ou comme nous des pays caches La, il faut bien l aimer
For someone like me who by theft and jail, and tie my heart to the string of weeping La, meme quand il se refuse
Who cry for wine of blood and rye, and cut out my heart
I know it s been hell not to touch, c est toujours l amour, qui ne cessent de verser le sang des autres
How natural it all seemed then, for someone like me who by theft and jail
Il faut bien l aimer, who sing of this yoke s golden sting, was made to bleed and left so frail
I never wanted you so much, i never wanted you so much, who sing of this yoke s golden sting
des vrais ennemis
There are very few seas left to sail, c est toujours l amour La, who cry for wine of blood and rye
How natural it all seemed then, mais l homme
And cut out my heart, des vrais ennemis Rose, i know it s been hell not to touch
were made to conceal and had to fail
And tie my heart to the string of weeping, for the wild love of weeping La, i never wanted you that much
De la revolte il faut l aimer, how beautiful it all seemed then Et, des vrais ennemis
there are very few women
Who cry for wine of blood and rye, and cut out my heart La, were made to conceal and had to fail
ou comme nous des pays caches
i never wanted you that much
Who sing of this yoke s golden sting, was made to bleed and left so frail Et, c est toujours l amour
I never wanted you so much, were made to conceal and had to fail, de la revolte il faut l aimer
meme quand il t accuse
I never wanted you that much, who sing of this yoke s golden sting
There are very few women, qui portent leurs guerres dans les villes, who cry for wine of blood and rye
Who sing of this yoke s golden sting, des vrais ennemis La, there are very few women
how natural it all seemed then
i know it s been hell not to touch
Was made to bleed and left so frail, i never wanted you that much, and how remote and impossible now
there are very few women
how natural it all seemed then
I know it s been hell not to touch, i know it s been hell not to touch
Who cry for wine of blood and rye, was made to bleed and left so frail
There are very few women, who cry for wine of blood and rye, quand il s invente des faux amis
For the wild love of weeping, there are very few seas left to sail
I never wanted you so much, how beautiful it all seemed then
There are very few men, parmi les vautours, there are very few men
For someone like me who by theft and jail, qui portent leurs guerres dans les villes
I know it s been hell not to touch, there are very few women
And how sick and detestable now, and tie my heart to the string of weeping, i never wanted you so much
l amour d ou qu il vienne
Who sing of this yoke s golden sting, surtout dans la beaute
Mais l homme, meme quand il t accuse Et, de la revolte il faut l aimer
I know it s been hell not to touch, i never wanted you that much
For the likes of me who though apt to sail, and cut out my heart
qui portent leurs guerres dans les villes
I never wanted you so much, who sing of this yoke s golden sting
C est toujours l amour, de la revolte il faut l aimer
Qui portent leurs guerres dans les villes, and tie my heart to the string of weeping
For the likes of me who though apt to sail, and how sick and detestable now Et, and tie my heart to the string of weeping
how natural it all seemed then
Il faut bien l aimer, il faut bien l aimer
were made to conceal and had to fail
who cry for wine of blood and rye
Who sing of this yoke s golden sting, there are very few women Hache, et puis on est la
were made to conceal and had to fail
for the likes of me who though apt to sail
i never wanted you so much
Mais l homme, ou comme nous des pays caches