Civeta Dei
de The Number Twelve Looks Like You
pick up this doll, and watch the girl dream
cups spill, what holds, what holds, what holds tomorrow.
clenching the fist, raising the brow...
as glass enters the vein.
justice shines, in her dark eyes...
as an amber sky drips a tear upon a sunset.
this is seraph's dream... ten crowns drop.
parchment paper crumbles, when the curtain falls.
shade this tribulation in pastels...
silk feelings hurt...
the river holds the color you describe as love.
Más canciones de The Number Twelve Looks Like You
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Don't Get Blood on My Prada Shoes
Put on Your Rosy Red Glasses
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Gallery of Thrills (Instrumental)
Wild Gods (Instrumental)
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Die
Put on Your Rosy Red Glasses
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Remembrance Dialogue
Nuclear. Sad. Nuclear
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Jay Walking Backwards
Mongrel
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Eyes On The Fireworks
Eyes On The Fireworks
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Last Laughter
Wild Gods
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Of Fear
Wild Gods
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Ruin The Smile (Instrumental)
Wild Gods (Instrumental)
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The Proud Parents Convention Held in the ER
Nuclear. Sad. Nuclear
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Operating on a Re-Run Episode
Nuclear. Sad. Nuclear
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Tombo's Wound (Instrumental)
Wild Gods (Instrumental)
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An Aplty Fictional Description
Nuclear. Sad. Nuclear
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The Garden's All Nighters
Worse Than Alone
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An Exercise in Self Portraiture: Go Shoot Yourself
Nuclear. Sad. Nuclear
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If They Holler, Don't Let Go
Worse Than Alone
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Jesus and Tori
Put on Your Rosy Red Glasses
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Document: Grace Budd
Put on Your Rosy Red Glasses
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Blue Dress
Put on Your Rosy Red Glasses
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If These Bullets Could Talk
Put on Your Rosy Red Glasses
