Cloud Rat - Daunting Daughters | Текст песни

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This place feels different somehow,
Inside eight walls stretched long.
Discourse of highness - Herbal attraction.
Fell into my hands... Daydreaming things that are sad.
I ask myself why? Who am I questioning? Who?
There’s no one in front of me.
Just breathe the breath,
Like a wind I couldn’t find.
Like a wind in winter’s time.
Daunting daughters we’re trying to help.
Anya Mama glacial.
Such a sad face...
She’s got such a sad face to see when she’s sleeping.

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