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Thin Lizzy The Rise And Dear Demise Of The Funky Nomadic Tribes

good but his lust, it lingered last and stuck like a devil demon {repeat chorus} On lonely nights you can hear the distant call and good hearts hear the rhythm And

good but his lust, it lingered last and stuck like a devil demon {repeat chorus} On lonely nights you can hear the distant call and good hearts hear the rhythm And