Songtexte Cholera - C.A.R.
                                                Stripped 
                                                back 
                                                secondary, 
                                                Austin 
                                                voice
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                milky 
                                                as 
                                                her 
                                                bones
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                have 
                                                loved, 
                                                as 
                                                we 
                                                are 
                                                loveless
 
                                    
                                
                                                Touch 
                                                down, 
                                                southern 
                                                clouds, 
                                                hanging 
                                                low
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                heavy 
                                                as 
                                                this 
                                                blood
 
                                    
                                
                                                Filling 
                                                up, 
                                                    a 
                                                tank 
                                                of 
                                                justice
 
                                    
                                
                                                Distant 
                                                thunder
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fumbled 
                                                play
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lives 
                                                outlined 
                                                in 
                                                chalk
 
                                    
                                
                                                Stormy 
                                                laughter
 
                                    
                                
                                                Far 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                Our 
                                                plans 
                                                they 
                                                took 
                                                    a 
                                                knock
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sweaty 
                                                darkness
 
                                    
                                
                                                Got 
                                                no 
                                                charge
 
                                    
                                
                                                Thumb 
                                                without 
                                                    a 
                                                tool
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                hundred 
                                                reasons
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                at 
                                                large
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                way 
                                                to 
                                                get 
                                                to 
                                                you.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sky-high 
                                                memories, 
                                                optic 
                                                pins
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                mint 
                                                left 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                glass
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                ripped, 
                                                to 
                                                free 
                                                the 
                                                flavour
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wet 
                                                leaves, 
                                                seventeen, 
                                                prickly 
                                                breath
 
                                    
                                
                                                Kisses 
                                                steal 
                                                smiles
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                pimp 
                                                this 
                                                bad 
                                                behaviour
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Growing Pains
2 Daughters
3 Heat
4 Flat Out at the Sockhop
5 Random Words
6 Cholera
7 Swaggart
8 Strange Ways
9 VHS
10 Prism
11 This City
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