Russian Roulette (2)
Russian Roulette (2)
If it makes you smile, how could it be so bad?
Well it makes me cry and it makes me sad
It makes me longing en wishing to die
It made me cut my veins too many times.
So put down the gun, rope, whatever
I won’t dispice you, never not ever
But you’ll never win betting on death
That’s why it’s called Russian Roulette
If it makes you smile, how could it be so bad?
Well it makes me cry and it makes me sad
It makes me longing en wishing to die
It made me cut my veins too many times.
So put down the gun, rope, whatever
I won’t dispice you, never not ever
But you’ll never win betting on death
That’s why it’s called Russian Roulette
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| Auteur: *Lonesome | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 08 april 2006 | ||
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