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Faces Debris

I left you on the debris At the Sunday morning market You were sorting through the odds and ends You was looking for a bargain I heard your footsteps

Lead: Something inside of me is telling me to fight for what's right. I didn't know the difference back then. But all of a sudden I was caught

Перевод: Убийства, Дебра. Do Right.