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Текст (слова) песни: Depeche Mode - Barrel Of A Gun
This twisted, tortured mess
This bed of sinfulness
Who`s longing for some rest
And feeling numb
What do you expect of me
What is it you want
Whatever you`ve planned for me
I`m not the one
A vicious appetite
Visits me each night
And won`t be satisfied
Won`t be denied
An unbearable pain
A beating in my brain
That leaves the mark of Cain
Right here inside
What am I supposed to do
When everything that I`ve done
Is leading me to conclude
I`m not the one
Whatever I`ve done
I`ve been staring down the barrel of a gun
Is there something you need from me
Are you having your fun
I never agreed to be
Your holy one
Whatever I`ve done
I`ve been staring down the barrel of a gun
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