Текст песни FAn - PURPLE BLOOD

Increasingly here
And increasingly it
It shotgun
I'm Kurt Cobain
My glass of wine to the bottom dopey
From you breed butterflies in my stomach
I pluck armor with you
Under the clothes very ripe fruit
I go to you, I blindly, but you see everything given to me
Your light heart I cut
The cold was gone and cracked ice
And to perform the music of all the senses
We do not have enough notes
I'm waiting for you as Hachiko
In our pseudo hut
So many extra pseudo neighbors
Votes would not have heard them again
I do not master these words
And like a clumsy elephant
But you have to penetrate into my dream
And my blood boil

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My purple blood
Purple blood
boil again
My purple blood