A "summer-time ballad" of breaking of old patterns and the drama cutting those tie's contain. Stripped down lyrics and extensive instrumentals.
All rights reserved for @Bumble Tub Club (band)
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White Dress trampled in mud,
Escaped her wedding before it was done,
caught the door right before it closed,
to explore open roads.
Black Suit in the corner of the den,
kept from his eyes not from his head,
well it coulda been but it ain't so now,
move forward if he only knew how he got here.
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