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Jean Norma Face Face

Leech, leech with two daughters Give, give they cry Her name is, she is a liar I refuse to be hers, a liar A kiss from her is one of the grave Of the

Leech with two daughters. "Give give they cry." Her name is, she is a liar. I refuse to be hers. A kiss from her is one of the grave. Bullets by her mouthfull

Oversættelse: Norma Jean. Face: Face.

Lord what more can I do you've do so much for me I'll speak your name every hour and help the blind to see You've given me a voice and it will praise

Dedication is nothing but a word. What have we become? We become the things we do. When does it end? Argument is the enemy. You've said one hundred opposites

Oversættelse: Norma Jean. Hvad mere kan jeg gøre.