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• Artiste: Throw Me The Statue
• Titre: The Outer Folds
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Humid longing in the street Creatures chewing at their needs The breeze in cuffs can eat you up, easy when you're young And you're tired of taking, take what you get living glamors up a hill Just to roll you back down, so you ge the feel Again it's your pride that pays, more than you'll every think The chewing gum believers drone Can you return that stare? Can you maintain that whole? Bag it happy as we came At the dawn we died again Sometimes the general pace, seems like some great escape Where every moment feels like a break for it You in the outer folds Needs for the creeping western ?tolls? We can't feel real at all Time is a force is a breaking ?point? You in the outer folds Needs for the creeping western ?tolls? We can't feel real at all Time is a force is a breaking ?point? How do we frame the long road home? Tell our friends we're almost done So it becomes the rule, run when the running's cool And the writing comes, undone Can you return that stare? Can you maintain that whole? You in the outer folds Needs for the creeping western ?tolls? We can't feel real at all Time is a force is a breaking ?point? You in the outer folds Needs for the creeping western ?tolls? We can't feel real at all Time is a force is a breaking ?point?