Birds Are Spies They Report To The Trees
Birds Are Spies They Report To The Trees - Get Away With Blasphemy lyrics
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the copy is long since been thrown awaythe left existing notes were not well kept we shook hands, traded glances technically speaking i was throwing my voice the telephone rang once, twice, three times we put it on there leave it up to the people's own imagination emulating certain aspecta we don't just dissapear we exist we need a place to live civic issues seem so far away no need to dumb it down