Sohns - Battlorches | Текст песни

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i went down the same road,
down that same godawful road.
is there anything left for us?
another history, another lineage, another poem, it's all we know.
no we never felt a sound like this,
a sound llke this.
i've got interesting more delicate fingers.
peeling scabs, and licking vicious sound.
i've got plans and nowhere to write.

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