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Third Day Thief

I am a thief, I am a murderer Walking up this lonely hill What have I done? No, I don't remember And no one knows just how I feel And I know that my

I am a thief, I am a murderer Walking up this lonely hill What have I done? I don't remember No one knows just how I feel and I know that my time is coming

Traducere: Ziua a treia. Hoţ.

: I am a thief, I am a murderer Walking up this lonely hill What have I done? I don't remember No one knows just how I feel and I know that my time is

: I am a thief, I am a murderer Walking up this lonely hill What have I done? I don't remember No one knows just how I feel and I know that my time is

I am a thief, I am a murderer Walking up this lonely hill What have I done? I don't remember No one knows just how I feel and I know that my time is

way things is looking It's Friday, you in for a long stay, gettin' shackled on the bus First thing come Monday, hoping in your mind you'll be released one day

fathers features puff heavenly, see me at 6'1" weigh a buck 70 catch me in spots yall niggas never be packed in like green bay harlem week to queens day

roses, will you follow?" They call me 'The Wild Rose' But my name was Elisa Day Why they call me that, I do not know For my name was Elisa Day On the third day