Paroles de Sugar For The War Machine
Smoking gun,Green is the desert's concubine.
On the roof alone in the water,
Desert fox.
Music for the war machine,
Still engulfed alone in the sound.
United band,
We're the wartime sugarcubes.
Sugar for our friends and our foes,
Beneath our fall.
Summer in between,
Somewhere in between.
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