Lyrics:
Tell me where are the slaves now Where are the undercast They habit in junkyards and freeze the earth with their souls Show me where does the night end
The seasons bleed from this to that, Observe and the honour the thermostat. Friday had a buzz but pours on past, Sunday's worse and undercast I get
Of freaky, rotten, rotten, love for an undercast star No I won't be bothered, had to call it on the phone Then you play games when I finally feel free Like,
feeling like an undercast La la la la, la la la la These mood swings always keep me so confused La la la la, la la la la These mood swings always keep
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