Issue No 111 Traces Lyrics

Say crop jerks
Staring as the crows
In the end of the glowing
I can see the dark falling
Never wash it up again
I'ma prink.

Can't see the .. coming
Can't see the .. coming

Can't see the .. coming
Can't see the .. coming

Can't see the .. coming
Can't see the .. coming

Just like the wind blow
Just let me carry me on.
Just like the wind blow
Just let me carry me on
Just like the wind blow
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