sábado, 23 de mayo de 2009


As you look around this room tonight

Settle in your seat and dim the lights

Do you want my blood?,

Do you want my tears?


What do you want?

What do you want from me?

Should I sing until I can't sing any more

Play these strings till my fingers are raw

You're so hard to please


What do you want from me?

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