Thanksgiving - My Senses Ends | Текст песни

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it happens almost every time
that winter ends get tangled up
turn the beams of light always of life
to make the night not full of death

and lake Surrey not to the grave
we've buried the sweet smelling beams
and these are waves mount bounding seems
but not say 'thanks' or ask you 'please'

but still they're trees you're just the same
in the same way as they went steeply
and other things

it's coming out that makes you tired
and going down that makes you sore
so catching breaths we're thinking limbs
we all walked back to the Cardin

it happens almost every time
my senses ends get tangled up
but i'm seeing a thing or i have dreams
but all these crossings parts of breezes

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