Paroles de City Rings
why is it you don't talk to me when I'm filled with paste and I'm filled with powder,I know I'm supposed to let it break my knees.
All I see is what I want to see and it's a defined line.
But it's allright, it all leads to silence.
We all find our own sad reasons,
a european nightmare with wings.
MILLER, TROY/KROLL, JOHN
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