Stoner - Werewolves | Текст песни

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Your husbands
and my mothers rose
Sat crossed on your coffin
makes me feel so old

Leaves fall like a death cliché


So we howled at the moon
Hoping to find others like us
And you thought it was lovely

You don't think that much but
\"I don't want to die\"

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