Rolo Tomassi - The Golden Ghost | Текст песни

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• Rolo Tomassi
• The Golden Ghost

I never fail to let myself fall
I know who’ll stay, I know what will fade.
Independence isn’t something to prove,
Movements so irresponsible and spineless

Feeding from brittle bodies, laced with diluted excuses.
Leaving a trail of infatuation, allured by unsteadiness
and a sense of protection, ignoring but not forgetting this infestation.

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