on those clouds that makes noise in your brain
with those scars on my whisperin' knuckle
that's why i can't leave THE gaze
witch numbs me, just blows,
i'll retain...!
with those scars on my whisperin' knuckle
that's why i can't leave THE gaze
witch numbs me, just blows,
i'll retain...!
come si sta bene sulle nuvole ...
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