keep the streets empty for me - fever ray on a bed of spiderweb i think of how to change myself a lot of hope in a one man tent, there's no room for innocence so take me home before the storm, velvet moths will keeps us warm uncover our heads and reveal our souls, we were hungry before we were born
keep the streets empty for me - fever ray
on a bed of spiderweb i think of how to change myself
a lot of hope in a one man tent, there's no room for innocence
so take me home before the storm, velvet moths will keeps us warm
uncover our heads and reveal our souls, we were hungry before we were born
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