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Artiste:
Hot Iqs
Titre:
Elephant In White
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You've not to leave And yes your thighs are in your mind Obliterating eyes like elemental patience Ends for the very last time They'll cram you on a force when you're just the one who's lost this battle An elephant in white, a bureaucrat I'm not so polite Check, you're lazy was once his hands and on a dark cry If this is not love, then we can't Hey, knock yourself out The port of tirade with sunshine Hey, knock yourself out Goddamn your eyes Goddamn your uteruses I'll kill her with kindness Kill her with the signs of city life And I'm not your hail I'm not amazed I'm not your, your guest mail Kill her with kindness Kill her with the signs of city life I've got the world to save Restraining the afternoon And for I'll exchange a hundred grams Entitled I'm assuming new-name brands And plead with contentions for God and mass Distorting with sarcasm as we pass If this is not love, then we can't Hey, knock yourself out A pool of tirade with Thursdays Hey, knock yourself out Everybody, then the firefighters are here It's enough to be alive Oh it's enough to be alive I see the signs of city life I've got the world to save Restraining the afternoon And for I'll exchange a hundred grams Entitled I'm assuming new name brands And plead with contentions for God and mass Distorting with sarcasm as we pass If this is just a winding road I weave And the perfect opposition to the movement I love the rhythms in your eyelids I love the way it writes the skyline If this is just a winding road I weave The perfect opposition to the movement I love the rhythms in your eyelids I love the way it writes the sky at night I'm just a winding road I weave and the perfect opposition to the movement I've been arriving all the while And now the writing's on the wall