Livestream of a suicide
Don't you have children of your own?
Fourteen pages by the end of the week
It is always darkest before the dawn
And you can't know what this server will spawn
But the smell of smoke won't leave my clothes
The weather smells of leaves and I stop to stumble
Just to see March flourish to April
Echelons Aka Unable to Fully Embrace This Happiness - The Journalist Lyrics
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Livestream of a suicide
Don't you have children of your own?
Fourteen pages by the end of the week
It is always darkest before the dawn
And you can't know what this server will spawn
But the smell of smoke won't leave my clothes
The weather smells of leaves and I stop to stumble
Just to see March flourish to April
Don't you have children of your own?
Fourteen pages by the end of the week
It is always darkest before the dawn
And you can't know what this server will spawn
But the smell of smoke won't leave my clothes
The weather smells of leaves and I stop to stumble
Just to see March flourish to April
Writer: Béla Daniel
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Echelons Aka Unable to Fully Embrace This Happiness
Language: English
Length: 1:02
Written by: Béla Daniel