Zwan - On The Meaning Of Loss |
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On The Meaning Of Loss
Zwan dawn for days so fill your cup one last sip it too much moving on the numb is gone scratch the lens with my cuts the ghost of us, is killing us the ghost of us, is killing us the ghost of us sleep with me press you head to my side, in the side and as we go turn down the lights just enough to get by so goes us the ghost of us, is killing us the ghost of us fall in love the ghost of us, is killing us one last sip from your cup, is too much empty noon |
