Dan Bejar Generator
the light holds a terrible secret.
the light holds a terrible secret.
oh,
baby can't you hated suns rise and suns go,
saying,
oh,
blue broken drum playing dead.
and that's... good to know every night i tried to
ingest the snow so lightly!
huh?
you simply couldn't put down the black book.
you dreamt the dreams of the self-taught man.
the light holds a terrible secret.
oh,
baby can't you hated suns rise and suns go,
saying,
oh,
blue broken drum playing dead.
and that's... good to know every night i tried to
ingest the snow so lightly!
huh?
you simply couldn't put down the black book.
you dreamt the dreams of the self-taught man.
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