Peter Bruntnell - Bluebeard - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео
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Whatever we are, we'll end up being
Everyone has a scar that wants annealing
Any kind of cure can kill what it saves
So turn the medicine down and bring on faith
Cause when you're on both sides you're always losing
Always waiting to find out who'll be choosing
Say I was badder than bad in a bad wind's blowing
Was I no better than sand with footprints showing?
Wherever I go I'm Bluebeard, I'm the king of the gypsies
I'm just the face of fear, the thriller of dreams
Am I a black buttoned nightmare, a filler of graves?
How complicated a prayer could sing my praise
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