Founds total 2 songs
White Sparrows
Today I walked down our old street. Past the diner where we'd meet. Now I dine alone in our old seats. The cold wind blows right through my bones. And I feel like I'm getting old.
Where Is The Line
Urban Hipster, the new gangster frontin' by the club. A new wave mannequins packin' haircuts, instead of packin' guns. Magazines form overseas, won't teach you how to feel.
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