Текст песни Betty Wrong

David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels)

Till the sun blisters and sprays

And every lamb ceases to graze

When the kiss of the comb

Tears my face from the bone

CHORUS

I'll be your light

When the shadows fall down the wall

Then life will be done

And it just won't matter at all

I was carved from a hand

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Now your breath fills my step

Now there is you till life is gone

CHORUS

I'll roll your ball

Till the stars can't make me cry

Then life will be done

And it just won't matter at all

Not at all

When the kiss of the comb

Tears my face

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