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letra de the hitman - sore

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[verse 1]
traces of crime have brought into view, what a reasoning mind
of feigning and refuse
crumbs of a burnt bread, sparks on a sane head, i seek to refrain
i know that is vain

[pre-chorus]
oh, horse and horses have got my crutches
pr-cks and roses, do they remain
specters of time

[verse 2]
phrases of dime that ran out of uses like merry-go-round
broken all the fuses
pennies and bread grain have furnished a fine bed, the fear of a king
is a leer on his queen

[pre-chorus]
oh, secret jiving pastimes, a night on anciеnt sonnets
that ludwig van’s delight
spectеrs of time

[chorus]
time, we fill out your beauty
and in fire, the promise of history
you just shine on the k!llers of your mind
[instrumental]

[verse 3]
sat-rday evening had me out on the paint, a bribe of my sins
said we all go screaming

[pre-chorus]
oh, moonlight crooning, shadows in search of
nature’s own philosophy
we collide

[chorus]
time, we fill out your beauty
and in fire, the promise of history
you just shine on the k!llers of your mind
it’s nothing to you

[outro]
da da da da da, da, da
da da da da da, da, da
da da da da da, da, da
ooooooh

- sore

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