Robert's Tears - The Cure Of Faith | Текст песни

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Newborn hits the sky
I'm the crowd around me
Sit in front, beside my plant
Running down and spiralling to bottom

Don't stop the disco!

I'm running from my son
Please don't get up or dance
Eager not to play
On your mouth
Love seems to be the grey fog,
Sometimes the sun
But mostly desperate one
Boost the day with a girl to kowtow!
Piggies are to pray
Dark blue grows
And your body rules
And you know it, you know-all!

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