Слова

Stack your bags along the runner Another summer comes, sharpening its teeth And the sensory release Of a ticket stuck, suspending your belief A motion sickness in the thrum Sweet kid always talkin' in the fan And the fortunate relief Of evening coming down, a memory retrieved A broken path, a temporary patch No ordinary crown You sold your spine every other night No ordinary crown
Writer(s): Will Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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