Paroles de I Love Turbulence
An ideal existence, discovering a book perfectly writtenMinds go: this cycle must continue
Legs are chained to the pedals
Elastic has to give at some point
Expand, contract, decrease contact
When the smallest things trigger grave danger, grave digger
This presets a lie
Will insides decide to grow up and not give in?
(Thanks to Kirill Olhov for these lyrics)
This presets a lie
Will insides decide to grow up and not give in?
(Thanks to Kirill Olhov for these lyrics)
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