Lyrics
I'll harvest my hair
Let it grow
Take care of it, but now enough
I'll find my glasses someday
To see what's upon the hill
To look at the old colours of my childhood
Read the news
Is the church still high?
The bells are screaming
I don't think I can fucking stop it, this shit
Stop stealing, my God, shut the fuck up now
Go away, you fucking island, I got my fucking home
Look at the fucking bumping track
This go out this fucking night
Shut-
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