Ris Paul Ric - Purple Blaze | Текст песни

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• Ris Paul Ric
• Purple Blaze

The maps, the rain, the pills, the place.
The hearts, the finch, the moon, the haze.
The smoke, the syrup, the clouds, the youth.
The ropes, the riches, the ordinary truth.

The crust, the lights, the flags, the grapes.
The wrath, the path, the sound, the flames.
The tongue, the taste, the fruit, the chews.
The plums, the drums, the ordinary truth.

The state, the lungs, the drop, the kid.
The fur, the glass, the phone, the plan.
The stars, the smell, the sky, the pen
The ink, the clam, to write it on again.

The place, the haze, the youth, the truth.

The ink, the crown, the priest, the fan.
The stars, the smell, the sky, the pen.
The fur, the glass, the foods, the plan.
The states, the lungs, the dropping every can.

The plum, the drums, the smile, the truth.
The tongue, the taste, the fruit, the chews.
The wrath, the path, the sound, the flames.
The crust, the lights, the flies over the grapes.

The ropes, the richest, the coins, the proof.
The smoke, the syrup, the clouds, the youth.
The heart, the finch, the moon, the place.
The maps, the rain, over the purple haze.