Broughton - Let's Not End On Bad Cobras | Текст песни

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I'm a quick six seconds of the blood that we never give up
With a quick sick figure of a sickle stuck in the mud

Like insects
Withdrawn to mess
And stain glass
This task
Like a tooth at the back of your mouth

Painful but soon
It''ll be through
and you'll feel differently
Like we all do
Differently

What the fuck cobras I'll never let you in
I'll never let you see
A photo taken 2 seconds before catastrophe

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