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• Artiste: Depression
• Titre: Ghosts In Cabbagetown
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Last chance for the undecided, another cut from the depression in my heart. I don't care what the fraction says my friend, it don't matter much anyway. God bless, god left, chain smoking in a thinking moment. Keep my hood up on the corner of every fucking street. And we see when all cobwebs expire, we take with passion and desire. Forget the waking hour, the night is ours. When all we see are blacks and grays... To write again another day... Haunting every breath you take. Last chance for the undecided, another laugh from the undivided. I don't care what the fraction says my friend, it don't matter much anyway. I'll laugh with you, taking the backs of the strong, the last of the few. It's time to decide, you've got one last chance, you cannot think. Father, son, and the holy ghost. Mother, daughter and the parasite host. We've been struck down by the eyes of god. We are wolves, we are not loved