Hay días en los que apetece un suicidio por alforfones mediante outsider.
This time is different
It's not like the times before
I crossed my heart, that I won't kill
no more
Jesus watch over me, keep my anger at
home
You better bless these wicked hands,
cause they got a mind of their own
Don't go downtown
Devil whispers in my ear, "It's
time your your curtain call."
So I dress myself on up with alcohol
Step aside, step aside, oh let the
whistler through
There really ain't no help at all for
folks like me and you
Don't go downtown
Don't go downtown
Get your god damn hands up, don't you
look at me
No one's dyin' here alone
Well I came to get it on
Let's get it on
This time is different
It's not like the times before
I crossed my heart, that I won't kill
no more
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