Horace Pinker - Carnival Nostalgia Тексты

I laughed with him no tears in his eyes always wore a grin was a nice disguise
He looked like any other and these hands won't ever cover can't see inside
He looked like any other never did realize but i heard those fists they
Did fly do we ever know myopic vision has transformed this show into a carnival
Nostalgia for this task bury your memory with the dirt on these hands i
Laughed with him he snapped like that did he hurt his friends golden silence
Grins he looked like any other of our friends and i hear it's typical these
Days do we ever know myopic vision has transformed this show into a carnival
Nostalgia for this task bury your memory at last
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