Issue No 148 Afternoons Lyrics


Afternoons by Issue No. 148

Obstinent, found all in those streets I've been
You can almost dissapear
Five a clock, it'so quit and he makes us talk
Live voices from the other side

I'm holding that, what can I hold, I only think about
Once that you leave me in July
You restle dawn, I hundred motion are inside
And when I hear that good night cry

Guess that I will always be the same
Dream with my days away

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