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Translation: The Cure. A Reflection.
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I'll never stop I don't give a fuck If it's me against a million billion of y'all, mother fuckers I will never stop I bust six out the roof of my Bentley
among the dead, pick your grave Like a disease spreading death, erasing your existence Like a disease spreading death, erasing your existence Like a
Wait a minute for your love Wait a minute for your kiss Wait a minute for your touch Wait a minute No, I can't wait Wait a minute for your love Wait
cos baby i don't need directions never get enough i'll develop a condition i can't leave your side girl you know you're my addiction so if there is a cure
mothers grieving as I pipe you down the street, With a shilling in my pocket--and the sky beneath my feet. Chameleons bask in the 'arc-lite' reflection--awaiting a
's the way...there is no cure... A lust we can't control, it's a rather sick position dont'cha think? In a talk, that I had, with a man who was mad...
knows heaven doesn't know heaven doesn't know kill to cure cures that kill kill to cure and cures that kill we kill to cure with cures that kill this
Mirror in the bathroom please talk free The door is locked just you and me Can I take you to a restaurant that's got glass tables You can watch yourself
?s a lonely setting sun In the sun we are found To be reflections of a sound When nobody is around In the sun we are found To be reflections of a sound
say "Hurry boy, it's waiting there for you" [CHORUS:] It's gonna take a lot to take me away from you There's nothing that a hundred men or more could
if to say "Hurry boy, it's waiting there for you!" It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever
