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Текст и слова песни Rose Hill Drive – Cross The Line

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Fire fallin from the sky
Great golden pillars are vaporized
Rome is fallin
Right before our eyes
I just believe that it's not because of me
And I cross the line

Nice to meet you
Black smoke night
Edge of destructioin
Do you got a light
Rome is fallin
right before our eyes
I just believe that it's not because of me
And I cross the line

It's just a roll of the dice now
Honey, honey
And just a matter of taste
I'm lookin at the world now baby
In a brand new face
With a soul patch
And a mustache
Better grab my boots and sash
Cus I got somewhere to go
And I don't have to hide
When I cross the line

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