Swingin' Utters. Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass, And Bones. Hopeless Vows. Swingin 'Utters. Fiori morti, bottiglie, Bluegrass e ossa. Hopeless voti.
... My bastard brother's hopeless vow of leaving off to another town Has once again soaked deep into the cold and rotting ground He never shares his lovesick
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