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Sanatçı: The Wrens

albüm: Silver


Entry hundred forty-one me, the misser, the late
Miss years to make words of what IÂ'm missing
Shame IÂ'm shaking, a loss, a crap
Hung by heartwrack in the grasslands me, the pridest, the slack
Come through rain through window new approval seas a headrest, a home a peace
Having all my needies covered me, the hoper, the hole
Family leaver, shit repeater and a rancid grudge-hold
Entry hundred forty-one starts back when I dared
God knock me down again not a single thing IÂ've done meant a scrap
Changed the stance of anyone thought by now IÂ'd left the barn
But IÂ'm scared the fields, and IÂ'm scared the houses, IÂ'm scared the millers yard.

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