Nhạc sĩ: Rick Smith, Karl Hyde
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The origin of numbers is a questionable hypothesis
This is the most ancient form of a sign
This is a more recent sign
Give me a sign
Shoes of stars, beads of prayer
Tattooed shoulder speaking, you say
Fall before you fly, but I don't look
And you don't look old enough
To have suffered so much, what do I know?
Look, a heart on your arm
What does it mean? I mean, what's that about?
New tattoo, wild man, I cried
It's so nice, easier
The payback, the hotel
Free shoes, hey, fly
Never won wings is enough
Unavailable dog, title
Telling yours, figures
Gift horse found in a box
Manhandling swords
To art our brains
Byron Bailey, your kisses
Life isn't ***
Waiting, texting
Don't tell the nation
Go to the new
Have a good time
Crisscross ancient honeypots
anderina
Smoldering, smoking,
Fail, succeeded
Running away, keep moving
Weeks running long
Fight back, bow holler
Shiver I don't blame God
It don't look so good
You look so normal
People will strangle you
Shiver I don't blame God
It don't look so good
You look so normal
People look so normal
I'm listening to cars, knives, screaming, animation, silent message, don't have pain.
When I wake up, wreck, driver at the wheel, Jimmy, Jimmy.
When I wake up, wreck, driver at the wheel, Jimmy, Jimmy.
When I wake up, wreck, driver at the wheel, Jimmy, Jimmy.
When I wake up, wreck, driver at the wheel, Jimmy, Jimmy.
When I wake up, wreck, driver at the wheel, Jimmy, Jimmy.
When I wake up, wreck, driver at the wheel, Jimmy, Jimmy.
When I wake up, wreck, driver at the wheel, Jimmy, Jimmy.
When I wake up, wreck, driver at the wheel, Jimmy, Jimmy.
When I wake up, wreck, driver at the wheel, Jimmy, Jimmy.