Alison Moyet – Twisting the knife testo e traduzione (al clic) in italiano

Twisting the knife - Alison Moyet

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I watch it trickle from your lips

pearls of ripe ruby

soaking up your head until you want to push through

then the world turns red

and the wine tastes sour

pushing back the hand into the midnight hour

every door is closing behind you

there?s no-one left to come and find you

you?re soaking wet but the fire won?t dry you

I?d like to help you but I can?t stand by

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