Martin Grech - Penicillin | Текст песни

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the son can see through his lies
and his cold black heart
he shoots the stars and parks the cars
he is a lonely soul
he's sorry
he's sorry


he fills the hole with empty thoughts
but he knows he's wrong
you're killing time and killing my only friend
i'm sorry
i'm sorry

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penicillin penicillin penicillin paint the ceiling red

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