Father, left, in a theft on our way back home,
On a sunday ride crusade
Dad passed away, on a return drive crash
The corset laced to it
The forefather said goodye, at a return
crusade
Fire away!
In our mansion at a hill of the valley
Father, I miss you
You can't come back
Dad, it isn't just hurt
Fire away!
In our mansion at a hill of the valley
Where life restrains, father passed away
In a crash, on any way,
Fire away!
I wondered why,
Promoters create life
Fire away!
A mansion at a hill of the valley
Fire away!
I wondered why,
Promoters create life
Fire away!
A mansion at a hill of the valley
When you wake up, when you are gone,
The girdle strung inside
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