The Glove - This Green City | Текст песни

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Someone's evil laugh shoots down my back
Shapeless and ageing we start to run
Through the tangle of your broken words
This cheap impulse falls so dry in the maze.
I burn down turn...
You turn my skin around wishing my eyes could look down On me...

Stairs fall like jewels as we near the door
You fold through my neck & arms like crystal
So black, so black with charm & breath
We turn to face the dying sun...

This green city rains down on me
This green city rains down

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