Mountains is the dead skin
Upon a once red surface
Come on in
To the cigarette lips
Gravel is the breath
Sometimes shaky
Come on in
To the cigarette lips
Murky is the soul
Once you touch them
Come one in
To the cigarette lips
And join us in infinity
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 10:40 PM UTC
Mountains is the dead skin
Upon a once red surface
Come on in
To the cigarette lips
Gravel is the breath
Sometimes shaky
Come on in
To the cigarette lips
Murky is the soul
Once you touch them
Come one in
To the cigarette lips
And join us in infinity
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