Didn’t know what time it was, the lights were low
I leaned back on my radio
Some cat was layin down some rock ’n‘ roll
„Lotta soul,“ he said
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His profession's his religion, his sin is his lifelessness Contre la guerreDidn’t know what time it was, the lights were low
I leaned back on my radio
Some cat was layin down some rock ’n‘ roll
„Lotta soul,“ he said
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His profession's his religion, his sin is his lifelessness Contre la guerre