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Doorbell

 

Doorbell

(альбом: Green Star - 2016)


[Zach Quinn:]
I'll paint my eyes
To break my stuttered gaze with no reply
I hold my everything
Devout enough to lose
Easy to replace
Predicated grieving in the slots of foreign cues
And I'm grateful for my blessings, save a few

Isolate imbued with no remission
Temples twinge of pride
Depiction of vision
Notions pouring out all molten slow
Await the doorbell

Waste not our time
Moon hangs sullenly, abets the climb
Hand held anonymous
I beg for clemency
Clinging to your wayside patiently

Rock and roll

Isolate imbued with no remission
Temples twinge of pride
Depiction of vision
Notions pouring out all molten slow
Await the doorbell

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