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Şarkı Sözleri Holding hands Skipping like a stone On our way To see what we have done The first to speak Is the first to lie The children cross Their hearts & hope to die Bite your tongue Swear to keep your mouth shut Ask yourself Will i burn in Hell? Then write it down & cast it in the well There they are The mob it cries for blood To twist the tale Into fire wood Fan the flames With a little lie