Lyrics:
He is an artist that sees the world's hue
From darks to lights and most everything new
His soul that views the creativity
In nature itself
(辛い記憶も)
一気に (時代の roar)
即 飲み干す (自分と共存)
一気に (okay now I'm ready fo' sho')
さあ 飲め飲め飲め飲め このグラス ay
さあ 酔え酔え酔え 今 to your artist
ワンショット (one shot) ツーショット
Q you
Q you
Q you, they're often a pair
Make kw sounds together
Like quick, quack and quill
Q you
Q you
Quack quack, quack quack
Q you,
With quill and silver knife
She carved a poison pen
Wrote to her lover's wife
"Your husband's seed has fed my flesh"
As if a leper's face
That
visions take flight.
From the stage's spotlight to the studio's grace,
In the artist's ballad, where talents embrace.
Lines and curves in a rhythmic chase,
a quill is undeniable
But what do we have in common
We're reliable with the
Ladies
There are so many to deflower
Ladies
Looks
Proximity
to ride, ride
Yo, piss in the staircase, blood on the pavement
I fill the quills with it let it spill on the pages
Compose another anthem for the killers
time)
It's time to ride, ride....
Yo, piss in the staircase, blood on the pavement
I fill the quills with it let it spill on the pages
Compose
time to ride, ride
Yo, piss in the staircase, blood on the pavement
I fill the quills with it let it spill on the pages
Compose another anthem for
Q you
Q you
Q you, they're often a pair
Make kw sounds together
Like quick, quack and quill
Q you
Q you
Quack quack, quack quack
Q you,
With quill and silver knife
She carved a poison pen
Wrote to her lover's wife
"Your husband's seed has fed my flesh"
As if a leper's face
That
watching bobbing quill
Time seems to stand quite still
In a child's world it always will
Yesterday's dreams
Are tomorrow's sighs
Watch children
the skies of parchment made
Were every stalk on earth a quill
And every man a scribe by trade
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
of parchment made
Were every stalk on earth a quill
And every man a scribe by trade
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry
Nor could
ever had,
And the Stone mowed us down, with a cold-hearted quill,
But we ain't changed our ways, and I guess we never will.
Chorus
and furrowed with a bramble thorn
Reaped it with a sharpened scyth, thrashed it with a quill
The miller told your father that he'd work it with the greatest
We're sorry but the artist has decided not to disclose the lyrics for this song.
We're sorry but the artist has decided not to disclose the lyrics for this song.
We're sorry but the artist has decided not to disclose the lyrics for this song.
We're sorry but the artist has decided not to disclose the lyrics for this song.
We're sorry but the artist has decided not to disclose the lyrics for this song.
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