The Death Letters
The Death Letters - Schizophrenic lyrics
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All these thoughts go round and round And suddenly they make a sound These things mean that you’re down Thinking of this makes me frown The boldness of this loves is painful All the people don’t like you’re soul You give your heart to those you’ll despise I’ll tell you something, that ain’t wise
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Publisher: Stag-O-Lee
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- Country: Netherlands
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