The Sound of Animals Fighting St. Broadrick is in
Antarctica Letras:
I know you don't want change
But nothing is ever what it used to be
Grab the rope, hoist yourself up
With a copy in hand
Comforted by reliance of substance
A solitude parade
Grab the rope, hoist yourself up
And drift like ants in hose water

These three angels used to be attorneys
It is such a serious thing to me
Oh, how i search through the memories
Such an experience for me
Silence creating bold letters
Like not and better
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These three devils used to be apologies
These three angels used to be monuments
I tried to find that
feeling from that letter
For my consistencies
It was such a painful thing to see
When the shadows didnt bend
Like now and then
These three devils used to be apostrophes
So I destroyed a monument
So what

I know you don't want change
But nothing is ever what it used to be
Grab the rope, hoist yourself up
With a copy in hand
Comforted by reliance of substance
A solitude parade
Grab the rope, hoist yourself up
And drift like ants in hose water
Letras: St. Broadrick is in Antarctica The Sound of Animals
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