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Артист: The Postman SyndromeНазвание : Interpretive DecoratingДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : progressive metal experimental progressive rock post-hardcore metalcore Видео:
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[Chapter X] I hope you enjoy the ambiance. You can leave your wings at the door. There`s no need to fly while you`re here, and if you dare and try I`ll nail your feet to the floor because this tea was brewed for two: one for me, and one for you. It`s been too long and now I`m through waiting for you. This is my time to write pretty words. This is my day. The plague of one is cured. Bet you a kiss that you`re growing fur. Wish it away. One day we all wish it away. The way we were, wish it away. The only cure. If love turns cold, I`ll call it ice cream and fake a happy tune. You`ve got your rounds now, but dear your children are planting maple seeds. I`m sticky sweetened. I`m gooey hopeful. You`re dripping ten miles gone. I watched our love freeze; it`s only ice cream. A pocket`s change could get you more. I`m left hungry. Could one death kill my faith? Locust has rolled over, watch it fly. I watch my locust eclipse the sky. With melting wing watch that locust fry, and smiling I`ll watch that locust die. Waiting for you... I can`t figure out what it is, but she`s slipping from my grip. I can`t figure out what it is, but she`s squirming like an infant. She can`t figure out what it is, she said “You don`t make me feel important.” I can`t figure out what it is, I ask “what`s it like to feel important?” I can`t figure out what it is... | Похожие исполнители:
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