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letra de and so on - ishroyale

in two weeks time, our blood will spill down the vines nothing has to be said unless you feel so inclined, i’m not afraid of the meek sunshine, you and i were made to keep, like pathways for the blind

i’ll cover myself in roses and wine, hang the clothes out to dry, you loathe the stars, cause they’re always late, i throw up in the car and you can’t relate

nightmares of psilocybin punctuating rhymes from the county fair in the winter’s white harsh winds

the lone ranger weeps on the promenade, what a wonderful world we’ve made, born in a manger to multiple names, held your hands like a grenade
listen to the trees, for the screams of gypsies and wispy folkstars, do they have food in ludlow, or a bar in barstow, to drink rum with st. bernard

our stomachs growl and fuss, cause there’s just something about us, that loves champagne when it’s flat and plain, prefers cocaine for a cabaret, to detain the sorry nights, of inhabiting a flat mundane in moscow, remember them blurry, so quaint and quiet, bare bodies together, as you scream for wyatt, and i cry for him to
plastered in drag the ranger interrupts his aching tune, to give thanks for strangers, the b-st-rds, and buffoons, of sat-rday morning cartoons

the latter day saints came marching through, we were parched and exhausted, whispering “god bless you” godless as we are it was beautiful because we meant every syllable, tremble and tremolo, and i hope that each and every note reads true

- ishroyale

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