culte - darts | Текст песни

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youre so far away
ur where i wanna stay
everything’s gonna be okay
even when u think the night is day

and ur always dressed in black
always in attack
chewing rolled darts
philosopher at heart

remember when u called
the snow to come home
i loved the killing cold
nippon streets we roamed

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