Our Sunday Affairs - Hate parade | Текст песни

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It’s not easy to wrap around this
The shapes led me here, they stretch their bounds off
How could we exist in someplace beyond it
The circle of things must've just forgot us

Each time I played it back
I puked up more and more
And with every bit of bile
My throat grew soar and soar

I haven’t ate in days
The water’s gone all warm
Bending myself backward
Sleeping on the floor
Make your loose ends meet
Just for experience
Push me out of the way
I didnt mean to interfere

I understand that it's not easy to be a liar
Take me somewhere nicer, somewhere with lots of water

Kick
Me
While
I’m
Down

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