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歌曲歌詞

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 'cause 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'

Grind yourself souvenirs under your stolen years

Hands in your pockets

Your hands getting numb been hurt in grinds jive

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