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We Were Evergreen
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Dormant
Steeped inside the dormant pipe of fishermen It was always near Kept out of the light the bulbs were listening In a forlon fear
I won't explain this, i will regret this It's just a matter of taste You will expect this on every next list This must have been the place
The heads of home affairs and psalms All disagree on the better way To get rid of those plaguing strokes of wizardry And relieve the state
No good intention well woth the mention Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Why don't we call it quits Let it invade us, worst comes to the worst We'll learn some useful tricks
Let it invade us, put our beds on fire Let it invade us, put our beds on fire Let it invade us, put our beds on fire Let it invade us, put our beds on fire
Steeped inside the dormant pipe of fishermen It was always near Kept out of the light the bulbs were listening In a forlon fear
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