Wrinkled Fred - Swallow | Текст песни

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• Wrinkled Fred
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The magic, the atmosphere and pure air we breathe
Fragile shakin' hand, your eyes - they're so insane
The attic, the woods, the thing is understood
She's on the run, countin's began
She's gone to make things done

Long dictance, all alone, hurt heart and different goal
New hope is bein' born, bright future is killed by sword
White powder through your nose, you're life's a kind of pose
Wrong pictures in your mind then who you're gonna kiss tonight

Hey girl you give me pills to swallow I guess I have to throw them away
Hey girl you'll have to wait till tomorrow I'll try to find another way

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