VoiceVoltage - Crude | Текст песни

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A breath beyond the mind
But purpose`s not defined.
Behind the pretty eyes
I see the greedy ground...

A Crude maid for rest
Whose claims will be enhanced
A sweety face sometimes
May turn to bitter dirt!

Was she told not to be so anxious
When a guy masters his art
In time I yelled excited when
She used to yank the veins inside my heart...

A trembling, fragile voice
Whispers silly tales...
She`s beauty but who wants
To mix himself with
Glittering,
Crude.
Insane girl

Was she told not to be so anxious
When a guy masters his art
In time I yelled excited when
She used to yank the veins inside my heart...

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