اصل بول
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Made of chrome, they celebrate
We just sleep, on holiday
And with their doubts, they crawl on me
Been on the phone, since yesterday
And your face, reveals, the world, and all the things you could have seen
It's all the same, you're all the same
With the breeze, comes the storm, then you'll all be washed away
It's all the same, you're all the same
In a row, stood separately
Under fire, but not for me
To the sound, come row with me
To our home, and made believe
And your face, reveals, the world, and all the things you could have seen
It's all the same, you're all the same
With the breeze, comes the storm, then you'll all be washed away
It's all the same, you're all the same
And all my wicked ways
You're on your own again, I'm on my own again
And all my wicked ways
You're on your own again, I'm on my own again
And your face, reveals, the world, and all the things you could have seen
It's all the same, you're all the same
With the breeze, comes the storm, then you'll all be washed away
It's all the same, you're all the same
And all my wicked ways
You're on your own again, I'm on my own again
And all my wicked ways
You're on your own again, I'm on my own again
