And here's Ivanovich, in his rocket ship Spinning helplessly up above the earth A while his heart is splintered All the girls of winter are buried in
Translation: Cracker. Nostalgia.
, Scrap and draped the nostalgia of a cafeteria title, Battles just me and Nigel, now there spinning wax sticks, fixing the back seat crack, I can't
silently basked in your words, these eight letters that keep me from growing, out and away from you we still return to the seasons where these corners and cracks
come choke The killing joke worn thin with breath I grew up on the sluts bastard Father beat blue Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through Aah! Nostalgia
down and watch me The takeover The new Jay Hova Like I dove In the pot And got Mixed with bakin' soda The black cobra The black Costra Nostalgia 2 snub
Critical mind What will you find to say? Old faces in my wardrobe So many I've not seen Memories to look back on people I've been Dead love on faded carpets Nostalgia
, the soldier's complex We just need more time Just get on your knees and know That I'll be the one cracking the whip from here on In bed with the moon
know you But not anymore Your substance has been subtracted Word by word Silence in my ears Where once you offered your conviction Your promises are ??? That crack with nostalgia
no muerdo el anzuelo, levanto el alma del suelo, prendo un pucho, y salgo de este sucucho. Llevo en la mano el cigarro y pienso "otro crack con pies
my come choke The killing joke worn thin with breath I grew up on the sluts bastard Father beat blue Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through Aah! Nostalgia
a porteria, siempre a porteria. ESTRIBILLO Feliz entre dos margenes sin rumbo que importa si son ciudades, si son vidas o no son nada no son nada. Partir, hartarse, renunciar tachar nostalgias
