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4 Saisons

de Many Santana

Not all is paid for but not all is lost
Not all is paid for but not all is lost

I've done enough, enough time
I'm missing moments, I've perfected crimes
I've had enough, enough life
To know you're hopeless
To know what's right

How do you sleep with yourself?
My God
How do you sleep with yourself?
My God

A different blood in the water
A different air in the atmosphere
A different smoke on the waves
There's a black hole spinning at the heart of your soul

I've done enough, enough time
I'm missing moments, I've perfected crimes
I've had enough, enough life
To know you're hopeless
To know what's right

How do you live with yourself?
My God
How do you live with yourself?
My God

A different blood in the water
A different air in the atmosphere
A different smoke on the waves
There's a black hole spinning at the heart of your soul

You sure threw a lot of stones
You sure threw a lot of stones
You sure threw a lot of stones
And you picked through all the bones
And you picked through all the bones
And you picked through all the bones

Nothing's been paid for so now all is lost
Nothing's been paid for, now all is lost

How do you live with yourself?
How do you live, live with yourself?
How do you live, live with yourself?
How do you live with yourself?
You've said enough
I would frame that smile
Goodbye

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