American Analog Set - Jr Тексты

I threw my bike off the road
And lie in the grass
The hot winds blow
Promises I'll never know

Don't act twelve
With a delinquent mind
The sky turned yellow and blue
Like a week-old bruise

These days things loom above me
My head is empty
My tongue and lips
Are swollen
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