soothsayer

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  1. ezanla baslayan the mars volta sarkisi.

    My love becomes a mange dyeing autumn in its leaves
    When it broke me in the branch where my antlers come to feed
    And I swam a hundred days in the bosom of this filth
    Carry on this drought as I tighten this belt

    [Chorus:]
    This deceit has no arms
    Bended will take what's yours
    This deceit has no arms
    Bended will take what's yours
    Calling me
    She's calling me
    This it may have come to falter
    We have become these pleads

    In a field of balding marble where the medicine awaits
    The hourglass pokes at the ribs of my cage
    At half rations I'm finished
    At half rations the minutes
    All that happens was given
    Coil and embrace
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