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And so it's begun This is year one The birth of a child in the form of a man Wrapped in towel Passed out on the floor These drunken hours -- graces deflowered
Cast down by an angel She used to kiss his weeping eyes Depressed in her bosom Tears roll off her nipple
Sweet baby, don't cry... Your tears are only alibis To prove you still feel -- You only feel sorry for yourself Well, get on that cross That's all you're good for...
And thusly it ends Depression seeps in on a lonely messiah Now he drinks with the lepers Losing a limb, his better half A glass once half full A head hung half-mast He claims he's the victim Strangled by the nine-to-five And a pattern of stillness That haunted this still life
Your tears are only alibis To prove you still feel You only feel sorry for yourself And that's how you thrive Your sorrow's your goldmine So write some sad song about me Screaming your agonies, playing the saint
The Martyr... The Martyr... The Martyr... The Martyr... The Martyr... Uh huh...
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Virgin : Mam wszystko w...
Mam wszystko w (...) dobrze jest
Panu dziękuję
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I don't want your money honey
I don't want your money honey
I don't want your money honey
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i zielony
Staniesz sie tak jak nadzieja Twa
Że nikt już tylko ja
Jakie Ty w życiu cele masz?
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I don't want your money honey
I don't want your money h-
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oney
I don't want your money honey
Pokaże drzwi Ci i zielony
Staniesz sie tak jak nadzieja Twa
Że nikt już tylko ja
Tylko ja
To pa pa..
Pokaże drzwi Ci i zielony... ....
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