Letra de I Am Sold
But I am going to shoot
There’s nothing like a breath
But it may be a constellation
There’s nothing like a breath
But it may be a constellation
That shows us where we are
And we late, nocturnal
Speculate what we feel
And we late, nocturnal
Speculate what we feel
And we late, nocturnal
Speculate what we feel
And we late, nocturnal
And we late, nocturnal
Speculate what we feel
And we late, nocturnal
Speculate what we feel
And we late, nocturnal
Speculate what we feel
And we late, nocturnal
LITHERLAND, JAMES BLAKE
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