Aurivore Lyrics – Tendon Levey

I’ll be late, my lover
The livest bide the gun
I will wait for the evening
My lover

A tall diseased one
Sigh, some go my way
I want to be apart from the mess
I want to be apart from the mess

Hey my lover
I’ll enter into Egypt on a broomstick
Give me room
And every sock hanging from the chimney place

I’m fired up
No way
I’m ixe cold
(There’s a skull)

In my room
I do not touch it
I’m not afraid to…
Where went that golden room
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Tendon Levey Lyrics – Aurivore

Tendon Levey

Aurivore