The Pilot's Crucifixion / Indian Oil
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Lyrics
The sun dries a wet flag In the air With mixed emotions You see on our federal bulletin A community of thick wiring Ever so straight Goes the path of an arrow straight through it By whatever means anything And never will To the systems Who giveth and taketh In the closing times About capsule hatching Stiff drink memories Make solid the previous conclusion As to who's driving this ship And coins to slot And pearls to gather A sailor's grace Sphinx-like Indian oil Ghostwhore Shadows and shells Premature happiness Fuller...
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Song Details
- Duration
- 04:43
- Key
- 7
- Tempo
- 102 BPM