
Spill a drop of honey
In a mouth used to ashes
It burns the whole body
And the huge plane crashes
Pull him away from the wall
He’ll weep, oh, he’ll weep
It’s too late Angel, fall
Deep, deep, ever so deep
Don’t look at me like that
I will, by no means, help you
You should rather call the cat
He’ll follow you.
Hymn New.
Going somewhere, going nowhere
You’re always on the go
Going somewhere, going nowhere
I really want to know
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