"Hey! Hey! He was fine, just we sell out." They come to feast on purist man They come to feast on mortal tan Filling their bodies with disease Swollen still like killer bees For that lack from their prize They fucked their children, staring eyes
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Take Me Now / Array
PAY YOUR RATES / Array
Упаси меня, осень, усыпи мою смуту... / Array
No Pressure / Array
The Ogress / Array
Eaten Alive / Array
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Sultans of Swing / Array
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