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• Artiste: Tigers on Trains
• Titre: Sea Weed
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I died on Good Friday from swimming in smoke It was worth it And I felt all the world stop to sing in my name And they drank My blood Well, I spent some time in the blackest abyss It was peaceful And getting reborn, well, it hurts like a bitch I do not Recommend it Well, I do not Recommend it, no I lied on Palm Sunday and said I was pure And faithful And I realized the spirits, they lived in my feet How they itched And made me Sane And I disappeared like I hoped that I would In my past life And I realized the Lord's watch, it runs a bit slow He answers Each prayer A century Too late, yeah