Walter Sickert & The Army Of Broken Toys - Viktagraph | Текст песни

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Stone, your heart beats so slow
You see what we do
In the trees
In the street
The Children are all on their feet

In the air you smell something new
The fumes from our tomb
If summer won’t stay here
We’ll have to tie her to
The Sky
If she won’t stay

My Mary Poppins
My Short story I feel so high
Icarus’s son will surely die
It’s all right
It’s all right

A gentle theme

Pack all your bags
You’ve got to

Go and roam you're belong for this world

My Apple Seed – it won’t come with me
And I still try (MISSING WORDS) so pleasantly

Surprised when she catches me
In her lead belly we will die

Viktagraph, secretly wire tapped
And we’ve been waiting for this
No way to save ourselves

We are made
We are made

To break
To break
To break

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