- 歌詞
- アルバムリスト
Jonathan Bree
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Murder
Now you don't feel welcome
In your own home
Once your (?) went to your kind alone
Now you dont feel safe in
Your sweet home
Double lock every door
They're down the road
(Instrumental)
You're the embarassment
Bigots calling for the line number
Feeling lost(?) everything
Bigots calling for the line number
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