Paroles de Rich Hum Of Air
I croon like a lumber craneSank quick inside your snare
Her fellow steps across my head
I'm her colt and she's my mare
Dense falls across my face
That's the source i won't contemplate
You can't tear my shell away
Wright, Shannon
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