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The Wytches
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The Holy Tightrope
Your late teens are hanging on a wall, Lowered down to the first five rows. Convinced me to leave her on her own, Every breath like a curtain closed.
But I see legs they're up in the air, There's speech writers with all my tongues. The holy throne heirs in the basement, Saddle up me like I was a pavement.
もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com Between scenes there's dealers making calls, Make a living off of perfect flaws. The sweat drips while you dribble down the phone, Innocence left clean off the bone.
But I see legs they're up in the air, There's speech writers with all your girls. Holy tightrope, shameless catwalk, saddle up me, like I was a pavement.
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