letra de buffet - the lapse
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this country of continents
is a culture of condiments
we make meals out of condiments
we make meals out of condiments
our pantries are stocked with
relishes and after dinner mints
our children are raised on
mustards and party dips
we make meals out of condiments
we make meals out of condiments
we make meals out of condiments
we make meals out of condiments
i dare you;
walk away from the buffet
content in the knowlеdge
that there arе better deals to be found
better food to be downed
and that nothing is wasted
in entrees left untasted
letras aleatórias
- letra de rennen door de buurt - young ellens
- letra de windsong - blue yonder
- letra de medicate me - fear culture
- letra de voltas - diogo almeida
- letra de snortin' whiskey - the eric singer project
- letra de ozihsnet - drahikø
- letra de sous stress - original gros bonnet
- letra de solstício - lorenzo lençois
- letra de blood - recent rumors
- letra de no no no - flipp dinero