Duster

The Hours nummertekst

Duster

Engels

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Album:

Capsule Losing Contact

The Hours

There's hardly a mouthful of air

In the room where breakfast is set

And I know could she speak

She would say "What’s wrong with light?"

Draw the blind up, look at the day

Listen to the birds sing

The hours

And there in joy you'll be

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nothingbutvincent

ingediend op 16 jan 2023 - 15:49