In the midst of all the killing and skin eating
We forgot about the loving
Numere>>>>
autor: DonTravolta, 17/09/2021
Arhiva
There’s something happening here
But what it is ain’t exactly clear
There’s a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
I think it’s time we stop
Children, what’s that sound?
Our friends say it’s darkest before the sun rises, we’re pretty sure they’re all wrong
Drew you a picture to remember
Threw it on the fire like a piece of pine
I pictured you mad
And I pictured you cold
Pictured you mean
And I pictured you bold
As I travel down the track, all my memories flood back
We were runnin’ at ease from enemies
And rushed back to your momma’s flat
It’s the only place but home I feel relaxed enough to crap
I know it sounds crude, but there’s something in that
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