Wake Me Up
Yodelice, Marianne Groves
Mamma, wash the blood on my hands
Sold my soul to someone, I said
Mamma, wash the blood on my hands
I've pulled the trigger and I might be dead
Wake me up
Wake me up
Wake me up
Wake me up
Wake me up
Wake me up
Mamma what's the cold in my veins
Is it dawn or dusk I couldn't tell
Mamma, wish I don't die today
'Cos I'd go go go straight to hell
Wake me up
Wake me up
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