The New Pornographers From Blown Speakers текст песни, слова песни From Blown Speakers The New Pornographers
The New Pornographers - From Blown Speakers
And would they fall down, like cymbal crashes, would the alarm bell sound? Would your eyelashes keep all this in time? If not, I won't mind... it can be impractical
So can you tell me why in every version of the events shown here, there's another season that crawls by like years, from blown speakers clear? It came out magical
Just a contact high, one in every mood I've ever declined to fight, one in every single exchange you might find
From blown speakers, time came out magical
It came out magical, out from blown speakers
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