The Man Who Covered Himself Lyrics – Sister Sonny

And maybe everything you scum
And maybe mirrors leave you empty
And maybe my looks never shones
Why everybody’s always wasted

And most end up in piles
Right outside your bedroom window
Black, tempered cats
And a tiny little something

Inside approaching
Atone through your heart
And maybe fiction needs your world
And maybe sleep means we’re past caring

And maybe Romeo is pleading
Tell you, she’s better
She’s getting better
A funеral might be a good thing

Away from sorting out the endlеss
And maybe sea guards could cancel off
Tonight’s exhibitions, maybe…
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Sister Sonny Lyrics – The Man Who Covered Himself

Sister Sonny

The Man Who Covered Himself