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4 août 2006 5 04 /08 /août /2006 09:50

I don't wanna watch the street or TV
I don't wanna hear about your day
I've got no time to hear, about how much you care
Shut your mouth and come this way

I am the weirdo in your bedroom
And I can see you in the dark, oh

Tonight's the night I shed my wicked soul
I take it out on you and watch you lose control
Tonight's the night I shed my
Tonight's the night I shed my
Tonight's the night I shed my wicked soul
My wicked soul

Let's cut all communications
I've told your mother not to call
So lay down on the bed, 'cause now I've locked the door
And we don't live out there no more

I am the weirdo in your bedroom
And I can see you in the dark, oh

Tonight's the night I shed my wicked soul
I take it out on you and watch you lose control
Tonight's the night I shed my
Tonight's the night I shed my
Tonight's the night I shed my wicked soul
My wicked soul
My wicked soul

Tonight's the night I shed my wicked soul
I take it out on you and watch you lose control
Tonight's the night I shed my
Tonight's the night I shed my
Tonight's the night I shed my wicked soul
My wicked soul
My wicked soul



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