Letras:
Sting End Of The Game

reach a great ocean At the end of a pale afternoon The dogs are all worn out And the horses are lame The hunters and hunted At the end of the game Our

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Tradução: Aguijón. Final del juego.

a great ocean At the end of a pale afternoon The dogs are all worn out And the horses are lame The hunters and hunted At the end of the game Our love

reach a great ocean At the end of a pale afternoon The dogs are all worn out And the horses are lame The hunters and hunted At the end of the game Our

reach a great ocean At the end of a pale afternoon The dogs are all worn out And the horses are lame The hunters and hunted At the end of the game Our

would bicker like the other fools,but talk good game Never imagine all of the diaster that one could bring Good friend you should blame the game, I could

all wood-grain, all good brain You wouldn't bicker like the other fools talk good game Neva imagine all the disasters that one could reign Could bring, should blame the game

ones get your guns, muthafucker it's on New millennium and what? Bleek reborn All the haters eat a dick, who I'm riding with bitch You know the game