Brazzaville
Brazzaville - Mr. Suicide lyrics
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What kind of a man What kind of a son What kind of a guy Would just up and run An ill-fated wind Turned his good luck around What kind of a man Would just leave town So after the fall The cold winter sun It seems his best days Have come and gone The lights of the train The cold whistle blows The sound of relief From the life he chose
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