Paroles de Head of State
A head of the state is in my bedLook into those coals and surely its dead
A dream about blood in jars
And flecked on the ceiling, like stars
Oh what a way to begin the day
Suffer all the bad news if I may
My dreams are all anchored in real life
And flecked on the ceiling, like stars
My dreams are all anchored in real life
And flecked on the ceiling, like stars
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