The Left Rights - Magic Bone | Текст песни

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• The Left Rights
• Magic Bone

Your man lies bone, all alone, in bed.
Waiting to breathe his last breath.
He's made his peace, all south, it seems
His body began to protest.

Long ball jove, not to be
all this world, yets?
They been his size
living for fight

All magic bone will go on them long
... let him die
Die after kike, coughing up white
.... hoping to faint to blood
........

Playing his life in his mind ....
to see .... knuckle crack
no reason, no line, no beat, no kind
to law in the fingers are tuck

The magic bone will let him go
the single will not let him die
Lying in white, propped up his fight
... clarity, ... hainously,
wanting to be six feet deep
.... let him see, let him see, let him see...

Frozen the like, ... in space
no one can hear his appeal
for when he attempts to speak his mind
the ... is up to his lips

Day after care, had disappear
impossibly bored, they're like a sore
no jetson suicide, no one that lives inside
try to fight the magic joint, ...
there is no point, is no point, is no point, is...

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