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saw you through the bulletholesaw you through the bulletholei fell in love with the colour of your bloodhow was i to know it would be too latesaw you through the ceilingsaw you through the ceilingi fell in love with the way i was feelingyeah you make me feel so goodso hang on sloopythough my dad says nowhen you crashed your motorcyclewhen i said i wouldn't gowith you to the drive innow i'm a widow at the age of seventeenthe age of seventeen true love don't last forever and if anybody says so well you know that he's a liar a liar a liar a liar a liar yeah it's nothing but a life of crimesaw you through the mirrorsaw you through the mirrorwhen you hate yourselfLetras de cancioneseverything is clearernothing changes and it never willnothing but a life of crimenothing but a life of crimenothing but a life of crimenothing but a life of crime From Letras Mania