Soft Kill - Whirl | Текст песни

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never a fit for the whirl
what's within the core
there was something here before
down in the commons
away from the door

and here i was always out looking for ways to stay sound
i got lost along the way

and here i was always out praying for ways to stay down
i got lost along the way

i was unfit for the game
i aimed a gun at the world
slept in the piss of the poor
down in the bottoms
away from the door

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