skiing - Holly | Текст песни

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False knot, you're giving out, flowers inside your mouth
Holly, what stinging leaves, back hand at two degrees
Red fruit, in bitter freeze, blood pools on rows of teeth
False friend, with words for me, swallow that poetry
Cut strings will play no tune, split trunk on braided roots
Broken stalk of babies breath, a house door with no welcome mat
A cold day is not quite as cold as our lot, with a friend who's not.

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