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Southcott
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The October Tradition
And this is fleeting, This sick, sickness I'm seeking, With tire tread tired eyes, A crooked smile, You'd love, to defile.
Don't let me down, With my ear to the ground, I can hear the earth sigh, At the sight of your insides, As you hide behind the lies that Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com you so desperately tell.
Fists pummeling like cruise ships, And motorcycle teeth, That are humming between our breaths, And rest, To the beat, Of these simple streets.
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