Cinta is just a history that they may prove
And when you're gone I'll tell them my religion's you
When Pontius comes to kill the King upon his throne
I'm ready for their stones

I'll dance dance dance
With my hands hands hands
Above my head head head
Like Jesus said

I'm gonna dance dance dance
With my hands hands hands above my head dance together
Hands together forgive him before he's dead because

I won't cry for you
I won't crucify the things anda do
I won't cry for anda see
When you're gone I'll still be bloody mary

We are not just art for Michaelangelo
To carve he can't rewrite the agro
Of my furied hati, tengah-tengah I'll wait
On mountain tops in Paris cold
Je ne veux pas mourire toute seule

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