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Balthazar – Bunker

Every time I walk on by
Stroll along your street
Can’t believe there’s not a thing in the world
A thing left to repeat

And I was walking on your floor
Begging to get more
Can’t believe there’s not a thing in the world
A thing left to ask for

So leave my broken bones
I’ll take a load of your skin
Throw me all your stones
For me to sit around in

Every time I walk on by
Stroll along your street
Can’t believe there’s not a thing in the world
A thing left to repeat

So leave my broken bones
I’ll take a load of your skin
Throw me all your stones
For me to sit around in
So leave my broken bones
I’ll take a load of your skin
Throw me all your stones
For me to sit around in

Don’t you know
Don’t you know what to say
Every time you think about it
Talk around it again

Don’t you know
Don’t you know where to stay
Every time you think about it
Talk around it again

Don’t you know
Don’t you know what to say
Every time you think about it
Talk around it again

Don’t you know
Don’t you know where to stay
Every time you think about it
Talk around it again