Laulunsanoja:
Streets Of Rage No More Silent Nights

little boy I got up and ran to the door. To my surprise, it's true, he checks it twice. It was she on my list. No more silent nights, hold me tight, all

the train Window days saw the children pick their Street games on thirty, thirty, thirty afternoons Molly the boys are starting in that rhyme again Teasing more and more

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t ignore the train window days saw the children pick their street games on thirty afternoons Molly the boys are starting in the rhymic again teasing more and more

t ignore the train window days saw the children pick their street games on thirty afternoons Molly the boys are starting in the rhymic again teasing more and more

a raging storm The rage is on, obituary page is long Life is short, but casket sales are high No surprise that numbers in the jails are high On the streets

t ignore the train window days saw the children pick their street games on thirty afternoons Molly the boys are starting in the rhymic again teasing more and more