Graham Repulski - Burnt Bootleg Antiquity | Текст песни

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A resounding echo from the crowd
Clean it clear and send it into wow
Taking off from runway stadium
Little rocket blows up in the sun

When I looked out on the alleyway
The centuries on fire were painted gold
I wanna know I'm the only one

And though the crown was crumbling into dust
In burnt bootleg antiquity we trust
Purists often knee-deep in the slums
Sixty-second dispatches undone

When I looked out on the avenue
The centuries on fire were painted gold
I wanna know I'm the only one

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