Parache - Birdy Nam Nam

She grew up in a house Made of porcelain crystal glass Her brother left a year ago Sister would end a half Mother is a name at best And father was a mess The in

Forget your court date Lock me away the world waits Cuffs cut deep to the bones We're trying to sleep We're trying to sleep I hope these hands Woah ooh ooh Can

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On a Thursday afternoon I can see the sun and moon Shadows strobe at 55 Dash after dash Dash after line Telephone poles keep the time A rhythmic metronome of ki

Fifteen years old picking out the same old clothes While these posters are wallpaper for those with the same goal She'll try out on on the day after today And s