BETWEEN THE STACKS IN THE LIBRARY NOT LIKE ANYONE STOPPED TO SEE WECAME THEY WENT, OUR BODIES SPENT AMONG THE DUST AND THE MICROFICHE DARK WINTERS WEAR
Between the stacks in the library not like anyone stopped to see we came they went, our bodies spent among the dust and the microfiche dark winters wear
a stupid day on this day it's a stupid day everyday, good bye you'd make great fiction, you make great friction. you'd make great fiction, you make great friction
Friction! Friction! Friction! Friction! Night clubs and night stalkers Fast women, fast talkers Loose lips, loose limbs The lovely loveless Sunset to
The day he almost drowned with no little trace of hope The day his neck was suffocating from the grip of darkness? rope His gravestone lies beneath the
(feat. flowinIMMO) DJ FRICO GIB MIR DAS MICRO Denn, wenn der fiese Fickfreezer mit den freshen fridgen an den Wanden fader wriggeld und wahrenddessen
are so alive since i heard your friends have been talking shit and now you bite your lip dont tell me to avoid the friction im one step closer to
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