Love is just a history that they may prove And when you’re gone I’ll tell them my religion’s آپ When Punk-tius come to kill the king upon his تخت I’m ready for their stones.
I’ll dance, dance, dance With my hands, hands, hands, Above my head, head, head Like Jesus, کہا I’m gonna dance, dance, dance With my hands, hands, Hands above my head Dance together Forgive him before he’s dead because
I won’t cry for آپ I won’t crucify the things آپ do I won’t cry for you, see When you’re gone I’ll still be bloody Mary
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