Robert Jones - Smaller at the Nose | Текст песни

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• Smaller at the Nose

before I left for good a cloudless sky cooled itself down with a rain that should of made me smile but instead my cheeks ran red rosed
hush, hush, I'm trying to forget.

soldiers take your mark and then complain that the barrels of your guns seem to get smaller at the nose and oh what a war this would be, it'd be quite the handy fight for he with hands.

through the doors and in the light, people began flowing in remotely like disgruntled sheep at their best which wasn't good at all, no not for these doughty eyes of mine.

we've never gained and yet we've won.
no we've never gained and yet we've won.
I've never gained