Pree - Cloak | Текст песни

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I've been spared this road
I've been spared that road
But I'm no stranger to the cold
He's a rich old man with many homes

What's this line I hear talk of?
It's more of a coast
One side realigns
when the other one goes
It's what I've made a walk of
It's how I keep you close

And I'll get to know this holy ghost
Not for his company, and not for his jokes
But for the shape of your face in his cloak

I hear there's a new Santa Claus
and it scares me to death
to think of his heart in my jaws
while he hides in what's left
of one scraggly tree
in a grove of what not to believe

Here: an aerosol spray
with its can full of plans
but its cinnamon stain
won't wreck my hands
No cinnamon stain
will wreck my hands

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