Bandits Letra

Children 18:3

On the Run

Letra de Bandits
Turning water into alcohol and covering with blood
On the road for hidden riches, ever buried and dug up

But when you see beyond the carnival into a different line
Fallen, fallen is the lonely without a friend to act as guide

I'm giving in to the vast exception, honesty and various reasons

I need friends

Is it true that I'm a hermit here, disheveled and windblown
When-like Adam on his game farm- its just not good to be alone?

I'm giving in to the vast exception, honesty and various reasons

I need friends

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