Rock-n-roll is dead (BG) Which nerve faces – be trouble; I remember, was a heaven, I don't remember where; We'll meet again, we'll say "Hello", – In this there is something not that; But Rock-n-roll is dead, and I still no, Rock-n-roll is dead, and I; Those that love us, look at us after. Rock-n-roll is dead, and I still no. From now on, time will flow in straight; Step up, step sideways – their world behind. I burned their life as a pile of newspapers – There remained only the dirty asphalt; But Rock-n-roll is dead, and I still no, Rock-n-roll is dead, and I; Those that love us, look at us after. Rock-n-roll is dead, and I… …yet no. Elbow to elbow, brick in the wall; We were standing too proudly – we pay threefold: For those who walked with us, for those who waited for
us, For those who will never forgive us for what Rock-n-roll is dead, and we yet no, Rock-n-roll is dead, and we; Those that love us, look at us after. Rock-n-roll is dead, and we; Rock-n-roll is dead, and I still no, Rock-n-roll is dead, and I; Those that love us, look at us after. Rock-n-roll is dead,
and I…
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