Our Sunday Affairs - Your Trip To Italy Was A Strange One But You Are Our Brother And We Will Be Ok | Текст песни

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• Our Sunday Affairs
• Your Trip To Italy Was A Strange One But You Are Our Brother And We Will Be Ok

Cut all
The strings
That tie
You to Italy

Breadcrumb trails and untied shoes
Shortcuts home, we've no time to lose

Straighten
Your posture
Friendships
We foster
With a
Cigarette
In our
Pockets

This is all we have left
We'll keep on waiting for it
A place to call home
Without holding our breath
about
Gettin' older, growin' up.

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