Banquets
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Trace back a breeze to the weather's drippingHere in this city I could sleep in my clothesI've walls between my friends and a bottle of WilliamsThe past is well behind meI got good at letting goI've burned so many bridges I can barely countMoving forward with a liar's mouthI'm getting back what was due to meYou never smile and you'll never be alrightI hope your searching while I found some spiteI'm better now that we don't speakI lost my limbs to the weather's drippingI lost my limbs to the weather's drippingI lost my limbs to the weather's drippingI lost my limbs to the weather's dripping
From Letras Mania