Текст песни Native - Brass, слова песни Native - Brass

Афонина Татьяна фотограф Москва

Native

Brass

219	3 часа назад

Текст песни Native - Brass

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The mare slows to warn him of bees
His eyes veer.
Verdict steers

Planks fall from might.
Dirt crumbs
Legs form to stems.
Cells grow
legs form
legs form
Road leads to here
use thins like soil
Road leads to here
Use thins like soil

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