Epicure
Epicure - Firing Squah lyrics
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One last cigarette One last fading dream One set of tracks into the sea Footsteps off the balcony And preacher I believe In your shock therapy I once was blind but now I see Everything so clearly And I'm breathing through my soul And I'm breathing through it all And I'm breathing through my soul The firing squad will let you rest you head Pucker up honey, any last requests? I'll be breathing through my soul Fuck it up, the romance ain’t dead Pucker up honey any last requests? I'll be breathing through my soul
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Language: English
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- Country: Australia
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