Текст песни Spirit Ditch - Ania Dąbrowska
I want my records back
And that motorcycle gas tank
That I spraypainted black
The owls have been talking to me
But I'm sworn to secrecy
Woke up in
A burnt out basement
Sleeping with metal hands
In a spirit ditch
The moon, it will rise with such
Horse laughter
It's dragging pianos to the ocean
If I had a home
You'd know it'd be
In a slide trombone
I woke up in
A burnt out basement
Sleeping with metal hands
In a spirit ditch
I woke up in
A burnt out basement
Sleeping with metal hands
In a spirit ditch

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