Paroles de Laura
Tempted white eyesBlinded by the night
Hollow like the towers
On the inside
Laura's a machine
She's burning insane
Laura's a machine
For a menace in disguise
Behold this night
The four walls are furnished
Now she's alive
No one ever helped poor
For a menace in disguise
Behold this night
The four walls are furnished
Now she's alive
No one ever helped poor
WRIGHT, WOODROW / SYKES, MICHAEL
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