3.8.11

πάω να πιάσω ουρανό, 2004





And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody's wife.

She sends her regards.
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way.

If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.

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