Sun Hotel - After-Death | Текст песни

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all my favorite gods are dead
but still i can sleep with you in my head
who'd you thinks watching the young ones now
it's not the president
had to be high just to notice how
it's a compliment
to buy patience
take your meds
i hope it's alright if
after-death there's nothing

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