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нужно больше ванильной хуеты

she tied you to a kitchen chair
she broke your throne
she cut your hair
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah

there was a time you let me know
what's real and going on below
but now you never show it to me, do you?

maybe there's a God above
and all I ever learned from love
was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you

and it's not a cry you can hear at night
it's not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken
hallelujah