The Doors Horse Latitudes текст песни, слова песни Horse Latitudes The Doors
The Doors - Horse Latitudes
And her sullen and aborted
Currents breed tiny monsters,
True sailing is dead
Awkward instant
And the first animal is jettisoned,
Legs furiously pumping
Their stiff green gallop,
And head bob up
Poise
Delicate
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