Algernon Cadwallader - Sad | Текст песни

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• Algernon Cadwallader
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Smoke and mirrors are good for barbecues and vanity, but interfere with what you are trying to tell me. Call it what it really is: call it target practice. And I feel like a punching bag tonight. Talk out loud, use words that people understand. Everything else is written in sand. And I know it will blow over. I wish it would have ended without being so long-winded. Call it target practice.

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