Sleep Spindles - Morning Breath | Текст песни

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All things bottled are hidden in purses,
hard to decipher and written in cursive.
You taught me this and that I'm deserving,
because your morning breath is starting to surface.

Some things don't ever become better,
when bottled they tend to taste bitter.
Slurred words are never remembered,
when bottled they tend to taste bitter and denied through our eyes.

Taught to hide behind the worth of substances.
A disease designed from inherent curses.

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