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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