Robert Pollard
Robert Pollard - Steeple Of Knives lyrics
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I'm tired of you This occasion rattled me a lot We build our island towers high Will it fall on me? A steeple of knives Caught in core emotions rising Now our eyes have seen the hurt Premonition/relapse Below
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