"Memory comes when memory's old i am never the first to know
following this stream up north
where do people like us float?
there is room in my lap
for bruises, asses, handclaps
i will never disappear
for forever, i'll be here
whispering
morning keep the streets empty for me
morning keep the streets empty for me
i learned to not eat the snow
my fur is hot, my tongue is cold
on a bed of spider web
i think about to change myself
a lot of hope in one man tent
there's no room for innocence
so take me home before the storm
velvet mites will keep us warm
whispering
morning keep the streets empty for me
morning keep the streets empty for me
whispering
morning keep the streets empty for me
morning keep the streets empty for me
uncover our heads and reveal our souls
we were hungry before we were born
uncover our heads and reveal our souls
we were hungry before we were born
uncover our heads and reveal our souls
we were hungry before we were born
uncover our heads and reveal our souls
we were hungry before we were born
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