Paroles de Old Mary
The Dead Weather70804
Old Mary full of grease
Your heart stops within you
Scary are the fruits of your tomb
And harsh are the terms of your sentence
Old Mary, sister of mine
Mother to the world, carry this burden
Now until the moment of your last breath
Now until the moment of your last breath
Old Mary full of grease
Your heart stops within you
Scary are the fruits of your tomb
And harsh are the terms of your sentence
Old Mary, sister of mine
Mother to the world, carry this burden
Now until the moment of your last breath
Now till the moment of your last breath
Now till the moment of your last breath
Now till the moment of your last breath
Now till the moment of your last breath
Now till the moment of your last breath
Now till the moment of your last breath
Now till the moment of your last breath
Now till the moment of your last breath
Now till the moment of your last breath
InterprèteThe Dead Weather
LabelWMI
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