Untitled in Kind Of Like Spitting

Songtexte Untitled in Kind Of Like Spitting

Now that it's been awhile, somehow come back in style,
you smile at me, I hear the
trash collectors at night,
drunk romance soft forgiving
lights, it's all the same,
fifties, sixties, seventies,
now, art films burnt into our
brow, if it's all the same to
you, I'm going home.

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