Time
Take me outside now, give me a bed I'm going down
I hear I'm losing bad, it's better to lose than see you again
I've got no wings to fly, clipped them and caged my high
So now your bird's not singing, singing again
I've got this future song
Doing away with the freaks alone
I've got no wings to fly, clipped them and caged my high
So now your bird's not singing, singing again
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Publicado el: 2024-04-26 00:00:00 por panzas
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