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Текст песни iOTA - Outside

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Painting my roses redRemember all theBloody things they saidWiping my handsThat bleedBleeding into the dirtThat groans under meConstantly my dirty friendHelp me roll over againThere`s a fence by the roadI should climbIt was thereThat my paletteAnd I would waitFor our paintingsTo flower and stitch upThe canvas on our returnElbow on a broken seedOpening an angry mouthThat bleedsTimes when the groundsCrawling like miceAre birds and like birdsAre men and me eyesOn either sideOf my head so neverEither eye shall meetFirey come, firey goBurning you memory on meThere`s an artistWhose strength I admireWho`s warming his feetBy my fireThese riches he ownsAren`t the sameAs the tokens we winPlaying gamesWe play outside

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