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Feast Of Friends

アーティスト:The Doors 

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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 TV 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 Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful Comes death on a strange hour


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