Oh...!
Oh...!
Looking at the lonely telegram, I crept into your room
Listen to the breathing voices of the ones around the tomb
The radio is playing, but I can't hear them sing
The people are explaining, but they don't know a thing
Give me a sign, give me a sign
I wanna die tonight
They say that London sounds like a city of red
All the prisoners wait for their turn to be dead
Oh anda don't Cinta me
You don't Cinta me like anda say anda do
I can take a picture, anda can be a picture
Stitched into my faded black
I can take anda home, atau anda can be a home
We'll never look on back
The radio is playing, but I can't hear...
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