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Forest of Cigarettes
Miles of concrete, hollowed mounts Under our naked feet Droves of begins with no eyes We can't see them crying In a sea of styrofoam Let us take a bath In this forest of cigarettes Here let's have our war
Now we see our world That's full of wounds that That we made with our knives And we forgot 'em A sea of leafless flowers ... are coming up Straight from the deepest roots From the holes we left
Hair is made of oil And eyes are made of glass And mouth is made of gold And lungs are made of wax Hearts're not even made, then Hair is turning black ... turning black Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com ... turning black ... turning black Everything's turning black
Now we see the world That's full of wounds that That we made with our knives And we forgot 'em A sea of leafless flowers ... are coming up Straight from the deepest roots From the holes we left
Now we see the world We know the wounds it has We know the wounds it has We know the wounds it A sea of leafless flowers ... are coming up ... coming up ... coming up ... coming up
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