is red The lies are real And perfect as the love I steal You picked this pine stuck in you arm And then you just ran out of charm I, I picked this pine
Превод: Рубин. Бор.
red The lies are real And perfect as The love I steal You picked this pine, Stuck in you arm And then you just Ran out of charm I... I picked this pine
topses Sandals were for Clementine Drove she ducklings to the water Every morning just at nine, Hit her foot against a splinter Fell into the foaming brine. Ruby
meringue assuming gentle mister advertisement suitcase pining lobsters over murderous distraction flames imposter a-cappella crouch about bionic ruby
The tangled webs they weave span from Pine to Ruby Ridge, way back from Shay's defeat on up to Gustafsen (now cue the ass parade of ditto-heads and commissars
This tangled web we weave spans from Pine to Ruby Ridge Back to Shay's defeat On up to Gufstafsen Now cue the ass parade of dittoheads and commisars and
traveler Electric hum Pilgrims on the Centro Floating, drifting, Eddy-spinning. Leaving, breathing, Headlong swimming. West precipice Hung hanging swing Flit-flying pines
By the wandering pines Where the sun goes hiding Swims a little green trout With its shadow wallowing low Through the wandering stream With the stones
that it goes (REPEAT 2x) [Karma:] Im in the ghost white seven fourty five its seven fourty five hatin to em' seven fourty five grippin pine smokein pine
