Lirieke:
Monks Of Doom Taste Of Tendon

Lirieke

Monks of Doom. Taste of Tendon. Monks van Doom. Taste van tendon.
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I was cross-eyed, stoned and painless My pulse was up my eyes were red My visions, situations, feelings Hung on my lips and burned me up And 18 hours

Lirieke

Vertaling: Monks van Doom. Smaak van Pees.

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