умер шут, он воровал минуты
I tried so hard, my dear,to show that you're my every dream
Yet you're afraid each thing I do is just some evil scheme
A memory from your lonesome past keeps us so far apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold, cold heart?

Another crime before my time made your heart sad and blue
And so now you make me pay for things I didn't do
In anger, unkind words are said that make the teardrops start
Why can't I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold, cold heart?

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никто не шипит Джокера и Бэтмена так активно, как разработчики серии Arkham


@темы: lyrics, music box, it's all in the game