Fol Chen
red skies over garden city the ballad of donna donna
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Oh, sorry season
Bedbugs and Treason
don't dare to cry
Goddamn your pity
kick Garden City
until it cries
It's twelve o'clock in the whites
of your eyes
And in your head this song is
oooooooooonnnnnnnnnn.....
And you run too fast
like you want to fall
and you hold your breath
cuz you hate it all
there's a hole inside
where the poison goes
there's a broken dial
where your fingers froze
and the language changed
there's a hole in the sky
there's a hole in the sky
there's a hole