Crooked Fingers - Black Candles | Текст песни

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Feel my days up from the bottom
Clime to the top and the whole thing go.
Tumbling down from the mountain
Onto the sleepy tourist town below,
Onto the sleepy tourist town below.

She comes to me most of the water
Thieved in the bottle through the digger behold
On the screams all righted moaner
How let it moaning in the dead moon low
I haven’t scream, asked all the way
Into the light and never lightless fate
And I have a dream I never follow
Black candles burning in the kerosene rain
Black candles burning in the kerosene rain…


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