Onomatopoepic Animal Faces - Joan Of Arc: текст песни id 225412
Retired superhumans do a little one step dance with giddy ghosts through the
breath of the house and make your eyes each a mouth.
Like how a room holds a thought you know the dance is a flu. There’s politics
to dressing warm and it has a subtext of muscle.
What I’ve been calling me has been calling back — Don’t call me that.
I’m onomatopoepic animal faces.
I’ve been bubbling like liips and running like a muppet falk eyed and dragon
eared, negotiating boast and morn to give my dad his name back.
I guess a her needn’t heed any warnings so aren’t you a real hero the way you
neverhear me.
But if the kids will still cliff dive or be caught climbing a low bridge what
I’ve been calling me has been calling back — DOn’t call me that.
I’m onomatopoepic animal faces.
Been tickled by the first grips of a chokehold mhungover my neck and should’ves,
negotiating most my bones to quiet the flag’s clap.
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