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A Feast Of Friends

アーティスト:The Doors  アルバム:An American Prayer 

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Wow, I'm sick of doubt Live in the light of certain south Cruel bindings The servants have the power dog-men and their mean women pulling poor blankets over our sailors I'm sick of dour faces Staring at me from the T.V. tower I want roses in my garden bower, dig? Royal babies, rubies must now replace aborted strangers in the mud These mutants, blood-meal for the plant that's plowed They are waiting to take us into the severed garden.


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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