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Damned has the God created me

I know that you don’t know my number
where I am, how I live
I know that for all the evil
tonight you are accusing me
 
God knows I didn’t
do much for you to remember me
God knows I didn’t
do much for you to understand me
 
Again the night is sticky
sticking my soul to the lips
and everything I say, or sing
wants to burst like a balloon
 
You’ve touched me with lips from sorrow
and who is going to chase this craziness
 
Damned has the God created me
closed all the gates of dreams
now when I have everything, now I am without you
during these evil years.
 
Again the night is sticky
sticking my soul to the lips
and everything I say, or sing
wants to burst like a balloon.
 
You’ve touched me with lips from sorrow
and who is going to chase this craziness
 
Damned has the God created me
closed all the gates of dreams
now when I have everything, now I am without you
during these evil years.
 
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Prokletog Me Bog Stvorio

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