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Текст (слова) песни: Robert Pollard - Steeple Of Knives
Im 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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