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Twenty Centuries of Stony Sleep - Late July текст песни

Исполнитель: Twenty Centuries of Stony Sleep

альбом: Winter


June nineteenth was a Sunday
Morning fog you could
Cut with a knife
Crooked bridge stretched out
With a yawn there
When she barreled
Right over its side
No one saw her Bentley
Hit the water
Finally pulled her out
In late July
In late July

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