Tired of my heart bleeding
Children walking on shells
The air keeps whistling
I glance up at the red sky
Fire eyes
Baby, please stop crying
Bye
A Belfast breakfast
Hold the sauce for now!
Ka-plow?
Do you want your burger rare sir?!
The phoenix song
A riff to die for
No soul left behind
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 7:00 PM UTC
Tired of my heart bleeding
Children walking on shells
The air keeps whistling
I glance up at the red sky
Fire eyes
Baby, please stop crying
Bye
A Belfast breakfast
Hold the sauce for now!
Ka-plow?
Do you want your burger rare sir?!
The phoenix song
A riff to die for
No soul left behind
Soon, and very soon
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