The Master
They call him the master
They call him the thief
It ain't religion
And what is a dream?
He cheated on me
He cheated on me
This is all we have to get through
Believe me
She called him the master
She said with grief
He stares behind her
Makes sure she breathes
The history of magic
And the master stands in a robe
He pays with his weapon
He lays his robe ooh, ooh
He cheated on you
He cheated on me
And this is all we have to get through
Believe me
They call him the thief
It ain't religion
And what is a dream?
He cheated on me
He cheated on me
This is all we have to get through
Believe me
She called him the master
She said with grief
He stares behind her
Makes sure she breathes
The history of magic
And the master stands in a robe
He pays with his weapon
He lays his robe ooh, ooh
He cheated on you
He cheated on me
And this is all we have to get through
Believe me
Credits
Writer(s): Fabian Sigmund, Reka Csiszer, Arno Troxler
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