Steve From England - Tire Traces On Our Corpses | Текст песни

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• Tire Traces On Our Corpses

first month in the depth of unrelevance others act it perfect adding moral to nonsense
to be accepted doesnґt mean to play twist your appearing your silly role what about the
respect now you have for noone else dispite your ideal what about the regrets now theres
nothing to retain nothing to conceal you have no soul last time to be aligned with all your
friends tire traced corpses the only evidence i guess the circus has come to town right
aat the front row watching the clown