Abby, You`re Going To Burn For What You`ve Done To — текст песни (Paper Chase, The)


I laid my black heart on the table
It may just make itself at home
My tender jewel my precious pearl
My ruby red my diamond girl
I’ll see you head up on a pole…
So it comes to this



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