Seila Chiara - Fatuity Fair | Текст песни

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The summit's drowned in this languid run-down fog,
And we're walking and walking with our eyes drawn to this never ever seen crown,
But we won't be kings.

The vague bodies trudge along your side and you trip you're tripping stop tripping
But these obstacles are like body-mines
And we set each other off like bitter-red flares,
Morse codes beyond our ken,
Though some just thought they were fireworks.

And we sort ourselves into senseless stocks,
Since someone someday for some reason said something in cross-shaped spiels.

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