Words and feel by Daztardlybaztard David Yates, produced by Suno
Words and feel by Daztardlybaztard David Yates, Produced by Suno
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Green, they bleed with summer sweat
Eyes left crying to forget
They suffer long and they suffer well
Place the blame yet they suffer still
And I dream of the past
The past of Old
With pretty little Jesuses all in a row
Bleed with me bleed for me
But never should you die
Know him for his name
Not disguises tried
And I dream of the past
The past of Old
With pretty little Jesuses all in a row
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