letra de rhoenians death - lawn chair
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we are the boys from the woods
nothing to do, purest form of boredom
we carry a log from place to place
for no reason at all but to flee the tedium
drinking liquor in dad’s cabin
day-to-day job, lots of free time
just make sure you don’t throw up in the pond
trouts will hate it, and so does mommy
social pressure, feverish daydreams
social pressure, feverish daydreams
escaping the fate of the rhoenians’ death
seems such a stretch
whether being intoxicated
falling down the stairs or bleeding in a ditch
god bless you, old loyal friend
you will be missеd, and your grave so splendid
so we’ll raisе a glass to the fallen youth
and the time we have left
letras aleatórias
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- letra de just a little bit - mirabai kukathas
- letra de nimrod - daniel anderson
- letra de still searching - before the king
- letra de that front porch song - vance gilbert
- letra de nothing without you - noah gold
- letra de life is what you make it - bobby hustle
- letra de mejor - cotto rng
- letra de soul travel - caleb mclaughlin
- letra de птицы (birds) - suziksss