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You drive the car I hold the wheel You turn me on, turn on my radio You drive too fast the taste of blood Will come at last bittersweet You hit the break and the car explodes I can hear you howling down my stereo You're talking on the intercom while I spill some I don't know if I can bleed much longer here without you Every manor has its moat along the desert road Through the fields I look for you All your bleeding sure has left his mark Headlight like UFO's, hologram Marilyn Monroe's Kindly make your image fade local channel's broadcasting A document on you & me, in honour of the R.I.P. I don't know if I can bleed much longer here without you Every manor has its moat along the desert road I don't know if I can stay behind these walls of love Every manor has its moat along the desert road From Letras Mania