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Asphalt

アーティスト:P.S. Eliot  アルバム:Sadie 

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Pass it off like a chore, we run late Racking for rationale to berate me The coffee has gotten cold and I summon Patience as my fragile heart beats like a drum This is not, is not language No this is not love at all My veins shiver as a spectacle And you're stoic and tall Get up off the floor I know this is a blurred, pitiful galore And we all find solace in heartache and grief Some sequence of warm, self-loathing relief We can't speak and You poetically depart from me Written words like a marquee And I can't move and I can't speak This language is foreign to me I look outside, what do I see


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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