Din [A] Tod - Some Kind Of Hate | Текст песни

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Some crime for love, some kind of war
Some kind of fun, some kind of hate
Miles from home, on the side of the street
You find yourself a stone unter which you creep

Empires will fall by the side of the street
Stones must fall when the city's asleep


I kind of feel like I want to hurt you
No time for fun, no crime for love
Suddenly I fall for retaliation
Rise like a gun, like a driving engine
I find myself a stone, I find myself on the run
I kind of feel like I want to hurt you for some kind of fun

This is my judgement day, I've got a beat for you
This is my judgement day, I've got steel for you

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