Luna Amar?
downtown jesus
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Itâs fortune that we play
Matches wouldnât light
Couldnât help no jesus
Couldnât save no child
Not the one inside of me
And not the one inside of you
That day.
Back to my room and back inside my nest
Itâs not my day today
Back to my room and back inside my nest
Itâs obvious I donât belong.
Plastic men have sold
Now all my youth is sore and old
âthereâs no morning viewâ
These nights are empty and so are you
Thereâs nothing you could do
Bruised up jesus for all the shame in you.
Refr:And I feel downtown jesus growing orchids
Out of naked wounds
And I feel you and i
Trying to teach red stones how to fly.
Sec.time:selling friendshïp for an ounce of gold.