Helmet Tic текст песни, слова песни Tic Helmet
Helmet - Tic
The climate change will never get in
Silent and strong and prepossessed
You never need to make your own mess
Weasel to me in charming to some
Loathsome and glib
Habits like self-love
Wearing slim fast you carve your niche
Lean smug back and work your pitch
And all the way i'm gone, no
Demon race to find
You paint it up and know that
Any face can lie
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