Cɘmɘtɘry Of Pɘts - Storage Hair | Текст песни

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• Cɘmɘtɘry Of Pɘts
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S T O R A G E O F H A I R S
Verse: All drowns, everything rots.
Your perfect body is only a matter of time.
Loneliness never be trendy,
All play, all liars.
At night, their cries breaks my heart.
Chorus: I store a piece of your hairs.
When I am sad, I enjoy visiting the smell.

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