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Bulstrode Whitlock

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Ca sĩ: Stone Sour
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I've got a secret
But she's got a lot of secrets
I've got my pride
And she's got
 
It's kinda cruel
This fear of incantation
Well love's a game
And she's winning
 
No control
No beliefs
Wear me on your sleeve
She's no fool
And I'm no brain
You can't tell me
Buy or sell me
Or play me for the fool
 
I've seen it all
I've seen it all
 
We're all alone now
But I'm feeling so alone
She's talking politics
And I'm speechless
 
I'm just a statue
That she likes her friends to look at
No immortality
Just grief
 
Well love's a two way road
You gotta give it to receive
If I didn't care for you
I'd have half a mind to leave
Another pair of bloodstained eyes
Another broken life
Play your little song and dance
Upon the killer's life
 
I used to feel such joy
Just to hold your hand
But now I feel like crying
'Cause I'm not a man
I'm not a man