The Clientele
The Clientele - Six Of Spades lyrics
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When the fog comes rolling through the avenues something leaves my mind gifted in November underneath the elms in all the dying lines The mirage and the echo of the life we live gently leaving me break the fever, square the lines, strange geometry
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Language: English
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