Indolent歌词
Dear And The Headlights - Cal Solomon Blues
LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
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Backwash districts sprung from Ra's bright hips
Reduced to silkscreen hand job new car ego trips
And it's just endless combinations of the same old shit
Sloshing back and forth across some continents
All that talking it ain't got no use
when it's just mal digestion that's been haunting you
Along with reflux opinions from your ulcer moods
You're just a litany of horrors like the evening news
But off somewhere in a New York flat,
benzedrine derailed rants of immeasurable frenetic praise
That cauterize before they save
All the truth now in how you're lying there
Shoulder bladed nightmare rug pulled from your feet
All the truth now in how you're lying there in
Angelheaded elsewhere so markedly meek
Slapped like a has been by syntactic gods
Whom which then