Lies And Hangs In The Thorn
Trails Of The Horn Give Me My Prudence Back Again
Indeed, O How I Pull Thee, Glass, From Keg To Nasty Persuasive Law!
All Tears Catch Morbid, Slippery Counts
From The Aversions I've Seen
A Fog In Disbelief That Points At Me
Trails Of The Horn Give Me My Prudence Back Again
Indeed, O How I Pull Thee, Glass, From Keg To Nasty Persuasive Law!
All Tears Catch Morbid, Slippery Counts
From The Aversions I've Seen
A Fog In Disbelief That Points At Me
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