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• Artiste: Black Beetle
• Titre: Saints Day
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midnight one two burn so brightly opened your letter yesterday and no i can't come home yet saints day seems the moon breathes fire my bicylce crashed into a man he was like no other i flew in from the foreign skies common sense was all i had inside bought a dress for this ghost of mine now he follows my ass like a passionate seeker saints day seems the mules wail louder some people know where i am but they could never find me midnight i'm back at the old hotel they're burning me birthday candles there are buckets of shells in the room the smells of association fate moves the air underground and now my home is what i hold inside got a clock telling all the times but mine just blinks on the hour of midnight i'm letting the rush race by until we says goodnight roulette is over 'til tomorrow i'm so ready to have another try i fell from the foreign skies and now my heart is what i've learned to hide got a clock telling all the times but mine just blinks on the hour of midnight fate moves the air underground the curtain flies up beside me that's the motion the wind is washing through my room that's the motion