Lirieke: Angel Dust. First In Line.
When the sun rises slowly and the haze fades away
Everyone knows that the time has come close
To be the first in line with the rifle in our hands
You and I, my old friend, will we ever die?
Everyone knows that the time has come close
To be the first in line with the rifle in our hands
You and I, my old friend, will we ever die?
Angel Dust
Angel Dust
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