John Cazale Was a Dancer
Brother, open up your eyes
Brother, won't You drink with me?
Your face is So lovely pale
Just one shot
For the sake of old times
Brother, game is over, stop it
Stand up, we are going home
I will place my bet on You
Just one shot
For The sake of old times
Now that You're and empty hole
Zero, that has sold his soul
We are not so proud of you
Brother, won't You drink with me?
Your face is So lovely pale
Just one shot
For the sake of old times
Brother, game is over, stop it
Stand up, we are going home
I will place my bet on You
Just one shot
For The sake of old times
Now that You're and empty hole
Zero, that has sold his soul
We are not so proud of you
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Writer(s): Pascal Bula, Hanna Went, Michal Edward Macidlowski
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