Pacific Sleep Paterns testo
it’s the end of the raining, the end of the raining, nothing stopped but the dulless, all the dulless.
All my enemies they can see in the dark, in the dark they see double I swear, I don’t need this trouble.
It’s the end of the raining, the end of the raining and your hands fluttering on.
They’re moving slow like some wicked animal.
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