- 歌詞
- アルバムリスト
Careful
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Quite
It isn't safe, but it's not sorry; the gas is growing crystals in the lungs. It's not bad, but it's not perfect:maybe this is just a trial run.
Is this my house? Do I own free weights?
I am a fucking man, my chromosome's a forked tongue. It's my garage: it's my gas, my car, my time, and my enclosure.
Don't be last, and don't be lonely. See a special kind of timing in the leap. Don't be cruel, don't be annoying, don't sell yourself short.
Is this my ring? I must have four kids. The dimpled plastic roof is not quite yellow. もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com Are these my hands? They look like trees choked out by vines.
Is this my breath? It's more like gun-smoke? Two fingers pulling greasily at chicken. Is that the sun? It looks too sharp and clean: a bubble filling endlessly with air. Is this my friend? It feels to forced for that.
It isn't wrong, but it's not quite right. Now living feels like whispering at night. I have a couch, I have a TV now.
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