Anima (For America) Far

Lyrics

  • Song lyrics Redakcja
she's got a penchant for disaster
like a rickety old roller-coaster
the things that I find in her mind
scare me half to death

throw things and snakes and rabbit bones
but please don't call me names
label me enable me to
play the game of
anonymity




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