NGHBRS
Hallows
Blind man, what do you see, watching windows from the street?To my disbelief, what the garden grows, the garden keepsLovers come, and children swimWhat's done to death is all of themWho's collars stain in black and bluesWe curse ourselves for penny wounds'Cause I don't need a thing, my friendMy body, it suits me, that's it'Cause I don't need a thing, my friendMy body, it suits me, that's it, that's it, alrightWhoa, my body, it suits me rightWhoa, my body, it suits meWeekenders, their captain hats, with dollar signs and dirty breathTaking what they reap for free, and buy a coffin with a window seat'Cause we took their money and threw it awayWe dumped their gold in the riverAnd no, they will not take my good will away, no way'Cause I don't need a thing, my friendMy body, it suits me, that's it'Cause I don't need a thing, my friendMy body, it suits me, that's it, that's it, alrightLetras de cancionesWhoa, my body, it suits me rightWhoa, 'cause I don't need a thing, my friendWhoa, my body, it suits me rightWhoa, my body, it suits meWe believe the tides will breathe the open doors of Robin Hood's songThe barrelled themes begin to sing, but you don't knowAnything more than the weakest part of me, the weakest part of meWhoa, my body, it suits me rightWhoa, 'cause I don't need a thing, my friendWhoa, my body, it suits me rightWhoa, my god, this suits me right
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