Letra de Perfect Picture
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Hey...my hands are sick
the halls are split in half
they're all on fire
the halls are split in half
they're all on fire
Here I find
an illusion of backstabbing evil
hollow is sin, yes, theres my knife in
and any where the wind blows I find it
you heard what I said
you heard what I said
the language of the dwarf near fumes of fun
rise inside, the jesters want a face
they lean near! hang on! up on this twig...
an illusion of backstabbing evil
hollow is sin, yes, theres my knife in
and any where the wind blows I find it
you heard what I said
you heard what I said
the language of the dwarf near fumes of fun
rise inside, the jesters want a face
they lean near! hang on! up on this twig...
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