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Текст (слова) песни: Gourds - HondurasIn Honduras cotton smoked and burned for days
To be outdone by Guatamala
To be outdone by Texas
With a pitchfork and a bell
Grubby little runners bring her news of me second hand
I won`t tell her roaches eat my clay sculpture
I wanna tell her I am headless I am headless
She`s walking on the great bloody dirt down there
Sleeping in the soft brown ring down there
Grubby little runners bring her news of me second hand
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