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Текст песни "Midwestern Stylings" |
Tell me or I'll cast away
Co-defrequent
Summer holiday
If I wasn't mourned now one more time
This atonal score
For if you're rhythmic dancing on the dance floor
I'm dying the death of a man man for
Standard procedure
I serve no use for you
God's littlest creature
You're my bore
You witnessed my fallen gene
That pushes away like a cancer
And be the count that parted mine
Handicap that pushes madness between lover
I dabble in the badness of a
Standard procedure
I serve no use for you
God's littlest creature
You're my new muse
The mind tricks the body
Body thinks the mind is crazy
My mind tricks the body
Body thinks my mind is...
So best of luck to you
And a burning barge to float you through
Lost in you for days
Enjoy the distance as we gaze
Before time
Didn't we say one day?
Maybe not, didn't we say one day?
Standard procedure
I serve no use for you
God's littlest creature
You're mine
Standard procedure
I serve no use for you
God's littlest crea(ture)
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