SPIKY - Paleblack | Текст песни

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VERSE I
The fragrance of the humid leaves, dancing around my memories
Rattle of the rain on a window, is pure essence of my past saying hello
The pies my grandmother was cooking, were heaven in the air,
The Tulips, in the garden were waving ...

CHORUS
I could have flown anywhere with a piece of paper
The sky was a shy face, sometimes crying out its tears
We were dancing & playing in the mud without even knowing why

VERSE II
The fragrance of the old books, I know, those are my roots
The chocolate bar I stole in the locker, won't get any tastier
The sound of my father's merco, was like a cradlesong for my ego
Toys were made out of plastic, and I was afraid of the attic

CHORUS
I could have flown anywhere with a piece of paper
The sky was a shy face, sometimes crying out its tears
We were dancing & playing in the mud without even knowing why

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