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Gloomy June
So sharp these little knives, how sweet that sounds of yore. They cut me out of life, built this trojan horse. That shit don't even hurt, tickles like a feather.
I'm a space between the lines, and even this shall pass. Fadin' Gloomy June.
And I break against your walls, there's nothing there to graple. Come rattle in my heart, and shoot away my apple.
My head didn't even move,
tired I stayed open.
I'm a space between the lines, and even this shall pass. 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Fadin' Glommy June.
I set fire to your trees, looking for some action.
No dice, no jamboree. Ain't got no bristol fashion. Well, that shit don't even hurt, tickles like a feather. I'm a space between the lines,
and even this shall pass. Fadin' Gloomy June.
So sharp these little knives, how sweet that sounds of yore. I'm a space between the lines, and even this shall pass. Fadin' Gloomy June.
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