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Split in Two Daughters
We all came out to this dish
Filled with warm and pink liquid
To make sisters like I am
We didn't have much time
Look around to this crowd
We are at the best place around
But some stupid with a beam gun
Burned the place to the ground
Split in two daughters, to divide or to die
Split in two daughters
They burned down the cable
It died with an awful sound
Funky HeLa was dancing all around
Pushing me out of the ground
When it all was over
I had to find another place
But clock time was running out
It seemed that we would start again
Split in two daughters, to divide or to die
Split in two daughters
We ended up in a large trash
It was empty cold and bare
But with the Radio playing outside
Making our music there
With a few red lights, a few old smells
We made a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this
I know, I know we'll be expelled
Split in two daughters, to divide or to die
Split in two daughters
Original by R. Blackmore, I. Gillan, R. Glover, J Lord, Ian Paice
Membranized by Cedric Delevoye