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I'll keep you close and I'll find ? By the sweep of your brow, in 76' Caribbean chick under no control Gang thuggin' clappin' on the stereo It's 94 and we're in the shade Train in the station with a slight delay Seasons burden, fine but stings like a bee Over too close is where I wanna be I don't care what you do I don't care what you say I don't care what is it Changes Changes The click clack cans of Coca-Cola Sounds like a soundtrack from Maricone See the bird of Christ free on the breeze The livers of Odin blowing grace, unease The pain reverberates mice in here The warrior's wounded, the nazi's dead Caribbean chick under no control Gang thuggin' clappin' on the stereo I don't care what you do I don't care what you say I don't care what is it Changes Changes From Letras Mania