Текст и слова песни New Order – Murder
Crows, crows, crows, I hate them
Crawl across!
I wouldn't do that, Dave
I'm afraid, Dave
My mind is going
There is no question about it
Crawl across!
I wouldn't do that, Dave
I'm afraid, Dave
My mind is going
There is no question about it
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