Bright Eyes. Lifted Or The Story Is In The Soil, Keep Your Ear To The Ground. Waste of Paint. Bright Eyes. Адменены Або гісторыя знаходзіцца ў глебе, трымаеце вуха да зямлі. Адходы фарбы.
...I have a friend, he is made mostly of pain And he wakes up, drives to work, and then straight back home again He once cut one of my nightmares out of
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