Algebra Suicide - After Charles Тексты

I have stolen from you the floor.
Every evening, I remember the rain fall on the city
And wondering if the weight of the water is heavier than any dirt in the air.
Then, I remember: hats -- my aversion to them, since my head has gone red
How I'm forced to look the heavens while pinning them on.
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