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Hell In The Club

of hell A little flavor of the pain that you gave me A little taste of hell All the trouble you have put me through It will come back to you With the taste of hell

this time? Believe me I?ve got my reasons why Who?s the victim this time? You say you can?t help yourself Maybe you?ll find sympathy fin hell Who?s the

You?re always questioning what I?ve become Saving everything I think is dumb And how I?m living my life like a fugitive on the run From any sense of

reason or rhyme Reaching for the bottle Night after night This is what?s become of what I call a life Drink the darkness in to snuff out the light Halfway to hell

[music by Andrea Buratto, Davide Moras, Andrea Piccardi, Federico Pennazzato; lyrics by Andrea Buratto] In these days you're feeling broken down Feels

[music by Davide Moras, Andrea Burato, Andrea Piccardi, Frederico Pennazzato; lyrics by Davide Moras] Don't like it easy, and I'll never will I never

I can hear my whisper in this room so cold I can hear my heartbeat that is knocking on the door Rain upon this place, shadows dance with pain Uh empty

's been kickin' 2000 years He's fixed a lot of sports and drank a million beers Some ecstasy, a thin white line He says designer drugs beat the hell out

Una paloma blanca Hello Amsterdam my name is Fernando Hello Amsterdam I bet you've seen my kind before Another sad tourist with his eyes rolling in his