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The Darkness - Park Won Suk
Somebody trust me
Somebody trust me
Remember Soviet
He cries over
Returned to dust right here
It's twice over
In 1991
Dear sense is over
Socialism was broken
So sense is over
Small south of asia turned
deaf of an ear
Our sky live under
50 stars poorly
The darkness of my esprit
Don't talk to me just like that
A man of means turns
an honest wealth
Don't talk to me
The death levels all men
And he cries over
Bleeding virtuous man
And he cries over
Look at that bleeding
virtuous man
With satisfaction
whew well I never
The death levels all men
And he cries over
Bleeding virtuous man
And he cries over
Compassion is the price
of blind faith
Stalin's thought will be
given to angry workers
The darkness of my esprit
Don't talk to me just like that
A man of means turns
an honest wealth
Don't talk to me