paroles de chanson Circular Breaths - NEW Injuries

Hands visiting tightly too slightly

Two more in a palm tree

Candles and consequences, yeah

Watch on my wrist says one oh one

Make no sense of my interest

You Wouldn't Me Know That
You Couldn't Leave Me Around Stacked
Saxophones
All the way blown
Who's got my phone
Moaning to snippets that
You'll never own

(2nd verse)
Who Gravitates toward deep blue gems
Comfortable Dip-Dye Artisans
She's a struggling artist man
You Couldn't Leave Around Stacked Saxophones