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I heard the polka rhytm next door And it set my soles on fire Ieva’s mom she watched her daughter

Catching ladies is my delight So I go fishing by shiny night Doesn’t matter black or blond I threw my

A cry for help in time of need, await relief from holy league 60 days of siege, outnumbered and weak

My little girl My little girl My little girl Where are you? My fucked-up world My fucked-up world My fucked-up

From the top to the bottom (Bottom to top, I stop) At the core, I’ve forgotten (In the middle of

What a world/the horizon’s coming like a hell bent killing machine Can’t afford to be the goddamn wreckage- burn it

All aboard!Hahahahahahahaaaa! Ay (Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay) Crazy, but that’s how it goes Millions of people living as foes Maybe it’s not too

Ich hab ihr einen Kuss gestohlen sie wollte sich ihn wiederholen ich hab sie nicht mehr losgelassen verschmolzen so zu

Something takes a part of me. Something lost and never seen. Everytime I start to believe, Something’s raped and taken