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Faith No More Blood

comes around Once more,once more. It doesn't really matter, the things you try to say It doesn't really matter, you say 'em every day Right now just give me more blood

comes around Once more,once more. It doesn't really matter, the things you try to say It doesn't really matter, you say 'em every day Right now just give me more blood

Traducere: Faith No More. Sânge (03:39).

comes around Once more,once more. It doesn't really matter, the things you try to say It doesn't really matter, you say 'em every day Right now just give me more blood

I wonder, could you save me? Too much sinning, gotta be more than plush living Gotta be more than grabbing nines to buck tin in Gotta be more than just to lust women Gotta be more

I found out On a late night drive In my winter coat With my blood shot eyes My faith ain't been No friend to me And the way I sin Is hanging off of me

wanna see me stress counting money and staying relevant make me know the difference between family and relatives I beg the Lord show me a path snakes are in my blood

Distant shadows temple candles naked bodies lie on the ground In your eyes they'll see no warning dreams come true you're not in a story Blood is rising

destroy manhood and you There is so much sorrow and despair to blight the hearts of men And the more we learn of love and life, the more they come crowding