paroles de chanson Impression Of J. Temperence - The Fall
Hate
wide
for
dog
breeder
In
the
town
of
purport
A
never
seen
dog
breeder
This
is
the
tale
of
his
replica
Name
was
J.
Temperance
Only
two
did
not
hate
him
Because
peasants
fear
local
indifference
Pet
shop
and
the
vet,
Cameron
One
night
vet
is
called
out
From
his
overpaid
leisure
To
Temperance
household,
delivered
ran
out
And
phoned
his
wife
in
terror
The
next
bit
is
hard
to
relate
The
new
born
thing
hard
to
describe
Like
a
rat
that′s
been
trapped
inside
A
warehouse
base,
near
a
city
tide
Brown
sockets,
purple
eyes
And
fed
with
rubbish
from
disposal
barges
brown
and
covered
No
changeling,
As
the
birth
was
witnessed
Only
one
person
could
do
this:
"Yes"
said
Cameron
"And
the
thing
was
in
the
Impression
of
J.
Temperance"
This
hideous
replica
Scrutinise
the
little
monster
Disappeared
through
the
door
This
hideous
replica
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