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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “The God Awful Truth”

• The devil plays hits where you'd least expect. It's cold and dark when you're buried alive. See how it feels marching into the flames. It's warm and bright when you're burning alive. The spotlights search for you as long as the dust collects here. Lost in a case of millions all in line before you. That's what the rats call eternity. All in before you. No one watches anyway. No one watches anyway. Oh shit man. Who am I to think I won't be marching into the flames right along with you? Who am I to think I won't be here waiting in line for hell with you? Voices distorted. Specks of grey. Good looks converted. Specks of grey. Specks of black and white. Spotlights search for you as long as the dust collects here. Lost in a cast of millions. Fall in line.

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