Lirieke:
Shins The Pink Bullets

Lirieke

I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold Oh what a contrast you were To the brutes in the

Lirieke

Vertaling: Die Shins. Pink Bullets.

Lirieke

Shins (The). Chutes Too Narrow. Pink Bullets. Skene (The). Geute te smal. Pink Bullets.
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I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold Oh what a contrast you were To the brutes in the

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