R.I.P. RFTC

(الألبوم: B-Sides - 2009)

The State of Art is still on fire
And it's burning straight to the ground
My head hurts and my body's tired
Who do I go to see now that they're not around

When they split up I swear I did not fucking know
I've got the noose 'round my neck on a fucking rope

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During the day I'm digging ditches
But bad moods makes me hard to get to know
I got sturdy receiting "Pigeons"
Well it makes me smile, take me to San Diego

When they split up I swear I did not fucking know
I've got the noose round my neck on a fucking rope

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When they split up I swear I did not fucking know
I've got the noose 'round my neck on a fucking rope

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