When the ghostly dust of violence traces everything
And when the gas runs out just wreck it, you insured the thing
I don't need to walk around in circles
walk around in circles
walk around in circles
walk around in
Soul Coughing
And when the gas runs out just wreck it, you insured the thing
I don't need to walk around in circles
walk around in circles
walk around in circles
walk around in
Soul Coughing
Make a photograph of a beautiful simple shape, such as an egg, today. Utilize lighting and focus to make it sing. |
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