Promises behind trees.
Coming to a new lie.
Promises behind, let
there be sides.
One step aside.
Promises behind trees,
sober is your life.
Promises behind, let
Darby ride.
One step aside
Crab-walk the line this time.
Partly because we have to die.
Wait, won't you retry?
Hey, won't you retry?
Say where do we die.
In our beds every night,
now back to the main riff.
Back to the main riff
Back to the main riff
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