Letras:The Knife. We Share Our Mother's Health.

We came down from the north
Blue hands and a torch
Red wine and food for free
A possibility
We share our mothers' health
It is what we've been dealt
What's in it for me?
Fine
Then I'll agree

Trees there will be
Apples, fruits maybe
You know what I fear

The end is always near
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Say you like it
Say you need it
When you don't
Looking better
Shining brighter
Than you do
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