Lemuria - Fingers | Текст песни

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Never point unless it's your thumbs to your chest

It's a small frame but someone has to fill it
It's a small frame but someone has to fill it

Like adolescents showing their adulthood
While their friends sniff their fingers behind the bleachers
Anything, anything, for a round of applause
for a round of applause
for a round of applause
for a round of applause
for a round of applause
for a round of applause

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