Your eyes are almost dead
Can't get out of bed
And you can't sleep
Can't get out of bed
And you can't sleep
The deep crater of the soul:
My dark pilgrimage burns out in the twilight: memories awaken me to remind me my own cavities. Happiness is quickly forgotten when we shared wounds with the remains of our breath. You: the thin carnal horizon to reveal that daylight was here. At his hour ghosts achieve their full meaning:
My dark pilgrimage burns out in the twilight: memories awaken me to remind me my own cavities. Happiness is quickly forgotten when we shared wounds with the remains of our breath. You: the thin carnal horizon to reveal that daylight was here. At his hour ghosts achieve their full meaning:
You're a wasted face
You're a sad-eyed lie
You're a holocaust.
You're a sad-eyed lie
You're a holocaust.
Holocaust, by Big Star
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Big Star III such a classic gem.
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