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Butterfingers - Epitome текст песни

Исполнитель: Butterfingers

альбом: Butter Late Than Never


Out of, out of an observation through an undead nation
Should I believe in things I've never thought is right
A narrow opening, lips burning, drink too sour
And if you see a kite, we could be flying high


And if it's okay that now you're laughing over someone
And I'm sure you will have a happy time to be
And if you touch the sky, your feet hand glides on upside
The smile is seized to siege for everybody so
Why?

And I was wrong, quite right ya never told me to shut up
And there are crazy things that trying to be hide
I stay awake all night as long as I have me
Bury a cheese of mice, so we could be nice for life

Ah, ah, ah, ah
So I need you

I need you...

Out of...

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