Текст: Luke Pickett. Blood Money.

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This is my route home. The curtain falls just behind me. I thought I was alone, until I felt wings of pain wrapped around me. I just thought you were walking the same way as me. I guess I was wrong; you had left your heart your heart at home but bought your gun.

I didn?t think you could pull a stunt like that.

Leave my hands untied but blindfold me to hide your eyes. When I see your smile, a sickened man begins to cry. Lock up all your doors. Revenge never looked so good before. It?s time to roll the dice to see if you?re out of luck tonight.

I didn?t think you could pull a stunt like that.
I didn?t think you would pull a stunt like that.

All the walls are red, when I want them white. Now the blood?s gone cold, but you wouldn?t know.

I didn?t think you could pull a stunt like that over me