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Текст: Nine Black Alps. Love / Hate. Bitter End.


Baby come down,
I'll be friend,
show you around,
'till the bitter end.

You would wake up in the early morning sun,
pray to god that you are not the only one,
who has to fight it when the world knocks on your door,
who hasn't worked out what it is you're fighting for.

So, baby come down,
I'll be friend,
show you around,
'till the bitter end.

Give me something I can really understand,
paint a picture where the world lies in my hand,
make it simple, make it starting from today,
you know I wouldn't want it any other way.

So, baby come down,
I'll be friend,
show you around,
'till the bitter end.

I tried to find someone who cares,
it never gets you anywhere.

Baby come down,
I'll be friend,
show you around,
'till the bitter end.

Baby come down,
I'll be friend,
show you around,
'till the bitter end