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Untitled #12

アーティスト:John Frusciante  アルバム:Niandra LaDes And Usually Just A T-Shirt 

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Blind your head in catastrophe icicles No-one's fed in cycles led by cycles dead Ask to shine the flag Love is distance and blue sits like apples bite And flows through our hands I said 'Hi' to a man who shot his sister Panned through the station And jumped in front of a train Said I'm a bit confused to meet you Life's what scissors do to a day So their smiles pave the way Sand drips with waves And clouds my head cuz I'm a fortune fellah's bed And I'm the tunes played by the goons Who ride in fairy's wombs And stole the road the other way And sold tomorrow to yesterday and I know the feeling of pushing you out of a building Tiny people pulsating hit the sky Still the ground got up and wiped your face You expected to fly, wind up your misfortune Sling 'em to a Maitre-Dee Who wears dead butterflies on his face And is hoping to grow wings He really wants to tell you 'hey give your tears to today'


投稿者: PetitLyrics
プチリリ再生回数:11





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