The October Tradition

The October Tradition 歌词

歌曲 The October Tradition
歌手 Southcott
专辑 Flee the Scene
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And this is fleeting,
This sick, sickness
I'm seeking,
With tire tread tired eyes,
A crooked smile,
You'd love, to defile.
Don't let me down,
With my ear to the ground,
I can hear the earth sigh,
At the sight of your insides,
As you hide behind the lies that you so desperately tell.
Fists pummeling like cruise ships,
And motorcycle teeth,
That are humming between our breaths,
And rest,
To the beat,
Of these simple streets.
The October Tradition 歌词
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