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• Artiste: We Were Skeletons
• Titre: Gravesites
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Rafael: the yelling crowds every single prison cell of my mind and is draped by the dire need to escape. Grips tighten as the vines sway me on my way, my way I'll make my home in a new city or over empty fields of ochre sitting on a bench smoking a cigarette and i'll visit cancer in every single home he owns and those from which he's been evicted some he's having work done just a little bit of remodeling the rooms and hallways of that little boy who only wanted to live i'll tell him we'll sightsee this infected country Justin: streaming and screaming i'll walk out of this place and i'll quit life and leave for a while site-see in towns with nothing to see make what i want of every street, every light every guy sitting on a bench smoking a cigarette to occupy there's not much he'll be missing but offer him mine in case he doesn't believe me and i'll continue on my way to that little boy's grave and together we'll have a great old time because he'll have quit life just as i did and together we'll sight-see this infected country