letra de flings of the waistcoat crowd - robert pollard
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great days are becoming
a matchlight liquor establishment
where the factory soaks its scabs
it hangs there like insectrocutioner
over the big river
sc-m of us rinsed by a hard rain
the tar, the teeth & the gear
yet no trail
all around the camp
and that is our game
to brag and complain
to guess who goes next
to tally the scars
learn every weakness
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- letra de promise - esbie fonte
- letra de 2д игра (2d game) - hirxaki
- letra de african tribesmen - earl sixteen
- letra de bailar - lucid lee
- letra de bad tv - dreda dre
- letra de shithead - nle chancla
- letra de e se o mundo cair pra mim - sidoka
- letra de 很想當媽媽 (wanna be a mother) - 盧巧音 (candy lo)
- letra de wraparound - clean lines