Hypoglycaemia Cancer
Lyrics
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Song lyrics Redakcja
Take a pew
The kettle is roaring and so are you
You sir, the man with the twisted face
You’re welcome to stay a while
The clocks are frozen over now
My eyes are more open
Then life before
The sweat it pours
Seeping through the cracks in the wooden floor
Into the hell below
Don’t even mention the war
My blood work declines
Time to go to sleep
Time to numb the carving
The kettle is roaring and so are you
You sir, the man with the twisted face
You’re welcome to stay a while
The clocks are frozen over now
My eyes are more open
Then life before
The sweat it pours
Seeping through the cracks in the wooden floor
Into the hell below
Don’t even mention the war
My blood work declines
Time to go to sleep
Time to numb the carving
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