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Paint the streets in white Death is the standard breech for a complex prize I think its's sweet of you and your parents are proud But I would expect it from anyone now to protect lifes indigenous sound... Worship, play, play Worship, play, play Worship, play, play Worship, play. Worship, play (Worship-Worship) Play and worship, play, play Play and worship, play, play Play and worship, play, play Play and worship, play (Worship-Worship) How the streets they swell While the animals make their way through the crowds If you keep listening you can hear it for miles And trust everyone quicker with every faint smile... Worship, play, play Worship, play. Worship, play. Play and worship, play play Play and worship, play play (Worship-Worship) Play and worship, play play (Worship-Worship) Play and worship, play play (Worship-Worship) Play and worship, play play Letras de cancionesPlay and worship, play play Play and worship, play play Play and worship, play (Worship-Worship) And the crowd goes wild And the camera makes you seasick God its so sweet of you and I know you're proud And the car bomb hits quick click, click, click, faint smile... It's the same sound...it's the same, same...sound... And the crowd goes wild And the camera makes you seasick God its so sweet of you and I know you're proud And the car bomb tick ticks with the same sound It's the same sound With the same sound... Hexagram From Letras Mania