Poor Rich Ones - Twins | Текст песни

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The word which gave me the offspring of range
Quiet, unharmed, distance, memory loss forever
I'm ever the loser of all that takes me

Call, keep in your eyes
Steal a coin
You'll leave me

It's a true pleasure for me to introduce
This truth will give me a place to stand
This next album is my first
I'm ready to complete


Call, keep in your eyes
Steal a coin
You'll leave me

Call, keep in your eyes
Steal a coin
You'll leave me

Did you fall, lift me up
Two ways to lock
With love's eyes

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