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Trumpet Song

cerisier Si j'ai goute le sang sur sa bouche C'est un coeur il aimait sa victime Je jure je pas tue, non Mais en fait je me trompe d'histoire Dans la

un cerisier Si j'ai goute le sang sur sa bouche C'est un coeur il aimait sa victime Je jure je pas tue, non Mais en fait je me trompe d'histoire Dans

alive But it looks like we're all eyes And no ears to hear The trumpets so near The trumpets so clear The trumpets so near The trumpets so clear The trumpets

somethin' blue And when the church doors opened up wide She put her veil down, tryin' to hide the tears Oh, she just couldn't believe it She heard the trumpets

and a pair of balls for strength and a pair of lungs to sing and these simple chords that say: music is the language of us all To write these songs

Probably livin' in a tent pocket full of lint Tryin' to flip it like, I flip it nigga got me bent And like I said it on the last song nigga we joyriders

don't wanna die I'm not as strong as I was and I can't lie During all the mayhem somehow I remained calm And I woke up singing this song I been a pawn

I've got my one way ticket to the sky When we hear ol' Gabriel's trumpet blow And we know the hand of God is surely nigh My new hallelujah song I'll

of the twilight, born in primal fury The hammer on the strings plays a death song wickedly Prevail'll nail through your heart, sounds painful Trumpets