Tired souls hunched in familiar bricks
Drowned in sleeping sickness silver
We are lost within the flesh
Led by the sloping of
Heaven-sent sunset red
Spin in the evening under the windowsill
Hawthorn valley
Brittle air for blue lungs
Shuttle fare for radiant tongues
Untie your
Do you ever get the feeling that you'll never get
He hangs his flyers on the wall, religiously, his efforts
How could they do this, how could they say
We’ve
There was this wise man I once knew
Who lived
United we stand, divided we're all (HEY HEY)
Too proud to
The dark and stormy clouds of rage came rumbling in
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