It doesn抰 really matter, the things you say to me
Cause if I had a ladder, up there is where I抎 be
Outta here where the air is cold, you抮e messing with my mind
Hey! you do it every time, hey! and the season comes around
Once more,once more.
It doesn抰 really matter, the things you try to say
It doesn抰 really matter, you say 抏m every day
Right now just give me more blood
Just give it to me deep red
A flowing river crimson
A flowing river burning with desire
It抯 great, but I never said how great
Hey, you never really asked, well, I抦 asking you right now
So shut up and explain
What抯 on your mind
In this dark hour
I said it doesn抰 matter, I can抰 be that much fatter
And you抣l never get as much blood
From a phony blarney, stone, rock, hard, granite!? ! solid.
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