Llama Farmers (The)
Empty Head
My soul is grey, my heart is black. Spin three times, when sharp hits back. Burst a bruise, my hands that glow. I fake my smile, to be low.... to be low. We were tired almost fell a sleep. Filled our lungs out souls the key. You pulled me up, my number one. Freeze my head, my face is numb. Affection lost 'coz I am sad. Let's slip away, I almost had.... almost had. We held hands somehow I'm afraid. Kissed your lips taste of lemonade. lemonade.
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