Botwins Are Dead - Evening War | Текст песни

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Rain-soaked clothes add weight to labored steps I've taken toward your home. The outside door still doesn't close. And, in my mind, you stood right there, anxious to lead me up the stairs. The last ones creak...you can hear the wear. I think I'm home, again. I stand a different way, after taking off my coat...my face toward the floor, staying long enough to dry my clothes

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