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Beck Dead Melodies

disown themselves now? Engineer, slow down this old train Cinders and chaff, laugh at the moon Night birds will cackle, rotting like apples on trees Sending their dead melodies

Traducere: Pârâu de munte. Dead melodii.

could disown themselves now Engineer, slow down this old train Cinders and chaff Laugh at the moon Night birds will cackle Rotting like apples on trees Sending their dead melodies

Where will you go When this day is over A gambler's purse Lays on the road Straight to your door Snakes have gone crazy tonight Winding their way out