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M.M.G.A.T.M Lyrics - Artist : Field Medic
Crouch low and smoke
With spiders To keep raindrops Off my head I'm singing 'bout Your ghost love In reverie like You were dead 'Cause I miss you already You're the hollow In my bed I wanna be your stallion No it's not The nightmares From our armistice In the fall It's just that I feel Your distance And I love you like No one before I miss you already You're the hollow In my bed I wanna be your stallion I stalk the streets Alone now Just me, my gibberish And the moon For I speak a Different language If I cannot Speak with you Yes, I speak a Different language If I cannot Speak with you |
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