Bloody Anchor - Fry | Текст песни

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fry
be careful for die

Mask imprints left behind by fortune tellers
Our vital bed lay grounded
You will never label us
Provocateur of turquoise ballets all

fry
be careful for die

my ground
my flame
you with long is thing you same(x2)

God dying freak your son
And you lay ground
freaks all main yourself
system die
Fry
steal our good be main
loose frame for you
dying something pray
dust grave thing low

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