WINE AND GATES
The Tongue Of Flax And Mary's Nose?
ease
the tool of youthful pardon
the rage of earning the muse of heaven
the patience of charisma to give, the heart on...
cigarettes, and alcohol
the future with a penny spent, in the corner of an eye
where we were the bright mind of old
by hell or high water, we see the devil shake the blind
trophy of a sweet tea, in the pale of the night
with a kiss, we knew the right side of however
the bitter to give a qualm of sense and the pristine might
of a new mind to the table, when the courage is never
more or less, the lord of a mess
these berries and craving mothers
earn the tooth of guile like the burden of says
where a dragon of kindred bothers
ease
the touch of heat in the ebony night
when the care of will do is for the least
have you a cause that doesn't have a right?
proverb of a silly name lost to the wind
he that engorges himself on the naked rule of vertigo
is a she'll that sold the reasons of war to the ideal, sin
had like the back of a hand, we know the world to show
bound to a stone still, Prometheus
lost his virginity to that damned bird
now the need, the whistle and the news
of a count of earthen miles heard
the tool of youthful pardon
the rage of earning the muse of heaven
the patience of charisma to give, the heart on...
cigarettes, and alcohol
the future with a penny spent, in the corner of an eye
where we were the bright mind of old
by hell or high water, we see the devil shake the blind
trophy of a sweet tea, in the pale of the night
with a kiss, we knew the right side of however
the bitter to give a qualm of sense and the pristine might
of a new mind to the table, when the courage is never
more or less, the lord of a mess
these berries and craving mothers
earn the tooth of guile like the burden of says
where a dragon of kindred bothers
ease
the touch of heat in the ebony night
when the care of will do is for the least
have you a cause that doesn't have a right?
proverb of a silly name lost to the wind
he that engorges himself on the naked rule of vertigo
is a she'll that sold the reasons of war to the ideal, sin
had like the back of a hand, we know the world to show
bound to a stone still, Prometheus
lost his virginity to that damned bird
now the need, the whistle and the news
of a count of earthen miles heard
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