Pale Saints Little Hammer текст песни, слова песни Little Hammer Pale Saints
Pale Saints - Little Hammer
until i've almost lost myself
and those red and black patterns
in which nothing happens
have made me sleep
a beautiful voice is a nail
being pulled out of wood
carry on little hammer
you were always my favourite toy
when the world's dead to me
in my soft ??? fortunate cushion
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