Papercuts (The)
Afterlife Blues
Cold groobes lost in the colomm shifts
When he sais that ...grass for free
Rapping fluwes, canding blowfs
Couldn't lied slow
The house is could the kids at door
Time to go
Sometimes I feel lost in emptines
Play for this, play for the afterlife
This seams creepy, thoug the coped
The sunshine down at last
With a red line on
Two croms lost in kill that slow
The comdem of haven't cause, down with you
Sometimes I feel lost in emptines
Play for this, play for the afterlife, afterlife, afterlife
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