letra de wax cylinder sonata - dirt poor robins
maybe these paperbacks are cages
with secrets bound beneath the pages?
between the lines the truth lies in the sp-ces
the gentle winding of a clock and
automatons have started walkin’
now from beyond a metal army marches on
a phoenix smolders in my head
what if the dead are never truly dead?
a camera for her eyes
this timepiece for her mind
these heirlooms forsaken
reclaimed and made into my grand device
with a wax cylinder sonata for a voice…
voice
voice
voice
voice
illuminate my way with bricks of yellow
a painted road to follow fallen hallows
and through the forest haunted
i sojourn forward dauntless
for i know
i’ve no place like a home
though this could be my magnum opus
my labor must remain unnoticed
swift as a ghost and blurred out from their focus
a camera for her eyes
this timepiece for her mind
these heirlooms forsaken
reclaimed and made into my grand device
with a wax cylinder sonata
a wax cylinder sonata for a voice
voice
voice
voice
voice…
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- letra de от і все (this is it) - один в каное (one in a canoe)
- letra de hello (intro) - taky
- letra de шоу уродов - коба чок (koba chock)
- letra de roses are red, violets are blue... - curtor
- letra de another one - f3nix
- letra de even if it hurts - pyke & muñoz
- letra de yeyo - italian somali
- letra de dried meatballs - lil coochiewipe
- letra de walking - filippo bubbico