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Fionn Regan

I apologise, seem to have arrived, On what items in my bag from your house. There's cutlery, a tablecloth, some Hennessy, And a book on Presidents deceased

Hey Rabbit you've had it Your fingers are in the coin disposal Hey worm you're tunnelling out You would not listen to their proposal The springs in the

We came down by the factory Industrial yarns where my father did work When I was a boy I went to far I lost the tread in the darkest of space If I become

The roots go deep below ground I like to walk with you in the evening Up the hill and back down I watch the mailboat from the clearing My mind is so

Wait your turn You always go for the jugular Like a juggernaut Spinning off the asphalt We wait around pacing round this table You arrive on time

The grass is screaming long midnight cars roll past i've been chasing your room while the summer lasts so count it on your fingers if we got it wrong

Down here underneath the microscope, it's hard to cope. don't hide your face in your hands, 'cause if your eyes play tricks, it's outta my control. it

Traducere: Regan, Fionn. Balada Toadeaters.

The grass is screaming long midnight cars roll past i've been chasing your room while the summer lasts so count it on your fingers if we got it wrong