I Shalt Become
strangers
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God eats no confidence
Ruins as a matter of course
And four hours worn on me
A wasted touch of remorse.
A quaalude for five.
Select language to translate this lyric
God eats no confidence
Ruins as a matter of course
And four hours worn on me
A wasted touch of remorse.
A quaalude for five.