Chris Koza - Family Gun | Текст песни

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as the sun warms my face
it spreads the warmth of farmer's almanacs
cardboard cutouts, numbered footsteps
starched pink sweaters and pressed slacks
perfect posture

you won't be lost anymore
we can dance on and on

family gun a hidden place
fluoride for the pearls and diamond like eyes
the rain is just a part of you
a phenomenon of nature 16 billion years in the making
smell of seasons

sweet meridian, curves to trace
charcoal shadows, steady confident lines
I know every move you've made
a mausoleum of winter sleeping now in summer's shaking
right foot forward

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