Twin Cyclist - 5 Hole Poncho | Текст песни

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Sick out in dirt.
Clumped up in trees.

You asked where the sun was.
You said you'd hate to be me.
Water over cliffs, water over leaves.
You asked where the sun was.
You said you'd hate to be me.
I heard your whispers fall back on me.

So I sleep below the canvas in puddles soaked and stained.
From sties, yards, and shops, sleeping sofas know my name.

I'm happy, so happy, so happy you're happy.

My tired eyes fall.
The sun hides low.
Through malice and mode the greens spoke \"Come back home.\"

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