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The Wake

アーティスト:Folly  アルバム:Resist Convenience 

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In hind sight for sore eyes on the prize fighter. Pilot, gunner, navigator, the sky. The mountains luke-warm, metaphorically speaking. Speaking of metaphors? The simile is a front-runner. The simile lacks a blue-print. With an enchanting proposal, one foot led the other, congruent. To think your only god would flaunt you. To think your only god would fight you! Raise a frail fist at the creator. Scream "I want to meet my maker!" persistently the ground tends to make way for you. Exchange all those hats for a hairline.


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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