Текст песни Somba - Sonaura
Tongue
bites
an
every
day
Fists
tight
and
full
of
sand
I
long
for
a
longer
day
A
day
to
let
it
all
form
and
A
day
to
put
it
all
my
way
Head
full
with
sudden
words
Serrated
jagged
words
Locked
in
and
bubbling
How
they
don't
pour
out
of
this
Perforated
palace
Saturday
Saturday
Here
it
comes
suddenly
Here
it
comes
finally
My
hands
let
go
of
me
And
I
watch
it
fly
on
past
me
I
watch
it
finally
dissipate
Saturday
Saturday
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