Empty Head

Llama Farmers

My soul is grey, my heart is black.
Spin three times, when sharp hits back.
Burst a bruise, my hands that glow.
I fake my smile, to be low.... to be low.

We were tired almost fell a sleep.
Filled our lungs out souls the key.

You pulled me up, my number one.
Freeze my head, my face is numb.
Affection lost 'coz I am sad.
Let's slip away, I almost had.... almost had.

We held hands somehow I'm afraid.
Kissed your lips taste of lemonade.
lemonade.

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