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Portugal. The Man
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Guns. Guns... Guns
Where have all the people gone Whose lives are no longer of use to them But this system bites habit forming this But this single file is so contagious But black eyes breed gossip Like these perverse and perversions alike
Hibernate while you're still young But you are getting older So much older So much older than you think Still not fallen, years away Your head's a snake out and a serpant smiling
Crank the tap. Itch. Brimming with suspicions The burrows are brimming with suspicions
Where have all the people gone Whose guns are gold cold son of a bitch I know 'I'll travel anywhere I like' I say, 'I'll travel anywhere I please.'
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 I say, but black eyes breed gossip Like these perverse and perversions alike Just like these perverse and perversions alike
Hibernate while you're still young But you are getting older So much older So much older than you think Still not fallen, years away Your head's a snake out and a serpant smiling
Crank the tap. Itch. Brimming with suspicions The burrows are brimming with suspicions
Where have all the trumpets gone They're playin us da da dadada da da
The priest's on the boat And hell is on its way
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