Bright Eyes. Lifted Or The Story Is In The Soil, Keep Your Ear To The Ground. Waste of Paint. Bright Eyes. Lifted Or The Story Is In The Soil, Keep Your Ear To The Ground. Rifiuti di vernice.
... thankful That someone actually receives the prize that was promised By all those fairy tales that drugged us And they still do me, I'm sick, lonely No laurel tree, just green
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