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Jiminil - Bleach текст песни

Исполнитель: Jiminil

альбом: Other Men's Flowers


I dug my grave in the amber vacuum
I farmed the blade in the sacred gloom
Saw myself in a tall rut
It was hell or high something
I lost my mind in a paper bag balloon
Profane pilgrims of time
Landed in your room
Saw myself in a tin cup
It was close to death or something
Bleach my mind from my crimes
Bathe in my patient paisley room
I was a pauper, a sage in the womb
Then we smiled like cheap perfume on a Goddess
Bleach my mind from my crimes
Bleach my mind from my crimes
Bleach
Bleach my mind from my crimes
We bleach
Bleach my mind from my crimes
Bleach my mind from my crimes
We bleach
Bleach my mind from my crimes
Bleach my mind from my crimes

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