Nightworkers - Clean | Текст песни

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• Nightworkers
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Is that why you hate me
Can only be a fathers son
Reinstate me
The end of the road as we know
Got mouths to feed yeah
So sit back and cry on your own
Do you feel sadness
Only to the righteous ones
I’m tired
Round, round, round, round, round
Here son, oh never mind son
Here son, don’t worry your mind son
Here son, oh never mind son
Here son, oh never mind
In the end
In the end
In the end
Here son, oh never mind son
Here son, don’t worry your mind son
Here son, oh never mind son