Afterlife Blues - Papercuts

Cold groobes lost in the colomm shifts

When he sais that… grass for free

Rapping fluwes, canding blowfs

Couldn’t lied slow

The house is could the kids at door

Time to go

Sometimes I feel lost in emptines

Play for this, play for the afterlife

This seams creepy, thoug the coped

The sunshine down at last

With a red line on

Two croms lost in kill that slow

The comdem of haven’t cause, down with you

Sometimes I feel lost in emptines

Play for this, play for the afterlife, afterlife, afterlife

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