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Tricky:
Starts off in the hips
Move to my lips
For all those who want to analyze me
For all those who want to analyze me
Start it off in the hips
Move to my lips
For all those who want to analyze me
My mother committed suicide when I was four or five
I love mike-o was killed by a psycho
I love mike-o was killed by a psycho
But I’m not sad or sorry ’cause we be tomorrow
But I’m not sad or sorry ’cause we be tomorrow
Martina:
Will it be on hot land, on hot sand
Or maybe concrete corner - december
Red zones in my head phones
The devil’s tools - inside us fools
The devil’s tools - inside us fools
Love shall leave me alone
Love shall leave me alone
Love shall leave me alone
Love shall
Will it be on hot sand, on hot land
Or maybe a concrete corner - december
Red zones in my head phones
The devil’s tools - inside us fools
The devil’s tools
Love shall leave me alone
Love shall
Will it be on hot land, on hot sand
Will it be, will it be,
Will it be on hot land, on hot sand
Or maybe a
Concrete corner - december
Red zones in my head phones
Red zones
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