Veda Hille: Book of Saints
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Veda Hille: Book of Saints
Hey lookee here the book of saints
What they are is what you ain't
You go on all cripple-fisted
You know you're strong enough to lift this
How's it feel to play Saint Joan?
? poor burnt bone
I will not martyr, I will not martyr
I will hit you harder
I am made of iron, I am maid and bleeder
Keep back, keep back a hundred metres
They saw Saint Agnes being good
So on the road they went to kill her
One strike of his sword killed that little girl
She cried, I belong to my saviour
I am made of iron, I am maid and bleeder
Keep back, keep back a hundred metres
I will not martyr, I will not martyr
I will live long and happy on your bread and water
I will not martyr, I will not martyr
I made you monsters, I can make you harder
What if you missed it, what if you missed it?
Should I have jumped and you resisted?
How's it feel to play Saint Claire?
Our bodies are not made of brass
They're made of thread and air
And blood comes out in pints and litres
Keep your paws off filthy cheaters
It takes two men to hold me down, it takes three men to hold me down, it takes five men to hold me down
It takes two men to hold me down, it takes nine men to hold me down, it takes twelve men to hold me down
With a broken bone and a gashed-up crown
I am made of iron, I am maid and bleeder
Don't you know how fast I can run a hundred metres
I will not martyr, I will not martyr
I will live long and happy on your blood and water
I will not martyr, I will not martyr
I miss you all like I miss my daughter
I will not martyr, I will not martyr
I made you monsters, I can make you harder
Keep your distance, keep your distance
Try to show respect, to show resistance
Keep your distance, keep your distance
Try to show respect, to show resistance
What they are is what you ain't
You go on all cripple-fisted
You know you're strong enough to lift this
How's it feel to play Saint Joan?
? poor burnt bone
I will not martyr, I will not martyr
I will hit you harder
I am made of iron, I am maid and bleeder
Keep back, keep back a hundred metres
They saw Saint Agnes being good
So on the road they went to kill her
One strike of his sword killed that little girl
She cried, I belong to my saviour
I am made of iron, I am maid and bleeder
Keep back, keep back a hundred metres
I will not martyr, I will not martyr
I will live long and happy on your bread and water
I will not martyr, I will not martyr
I made you monsters, I can make you harder
What if you missed it, what if you missed it?
Should I have jumped and you resisted?
How's it feel to play Saint Claire?
Our bodies are not made of brass
They're made of thread and air
And blood comes out in pints and litres
Keep your paws off filthy cheaters
It takes two men to hold me down, it takes three men to hold me down, it takes five men to hold me down
It takes two men to hold me down, it takes nine men to hold me down, it takes twelve men to hold me down
With a broken bone and a gashed-up crown
I am made of iron, I am maid and bleeder
Don't you know how fast I can run a hundred metres
I will not martyr, I will not martyr
I will live long and happy on your blood and water
I will not martyr, I will not martyr
I miss you all like I miss my daughter
I will not martyr, I will not martyr
I made you monsters, I can make you harder
Keep your distance, keep your distance
Try to show respect, to show resistance
Keep your distance, keep your distance
Try to show respect, to show resistance
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„Czułem, że muszę zagadać To nie była łatwa sprawa Naszła mnie lekka obawa Nie ma co się zastanawiać Serce mi bije za szybko Tylko piszemy, widzę cię za szybką Kiedy znajdziemy się blisko Emocje”
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„Znowu dzwonił do mnie w nocy i wysyłał wiadomości, których mam już dosyć. (Oooo) Nie chcę dłużej tego znosić, nigdy nie zrozumiem o co jej w sumie tak naprawdę chodzi. (Oooo) To nie trwało za dłu”
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„Mamo zobacz jak twój syn już dziś nie płacze Bo jestem ponad, a błędy biorę na klatę Szukam Boga tam gdzie czeka tylko Diabeł By z dna wyciągać tych, co widzieli mój upadek Ale wstałem. Idę dalej,”
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„Siadam, bo już się zaczął film Zobaczmy go do końca dziś Nasze historie z kilku lat O czym to jest? No, powiedz sam Ten dla dorosłych świat nas zwiódł Co chwilę chciał coś mieć na już Jakąś prze”
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