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Plucked:
[Testo]
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Plucked
di
Joel Shearer
Forced to fit you burdened twit
Placed high pedestal
Nothing matters more than the inevitable
Fall and so we crash
Flick the swith, you’re plucked from it
Interior abandonment
To be unconsumed by you would shed me
This rotting skin
Apparently unconditioned now
Concentrated pulp of my existence
I am free of it, your flatulence, insult me
Repulsive tongue, you can taste me
So gather around my expectation
Come hither in my aggravation
I’m fed up with this bunk relation
I invite you to this celebration...
It's what you've been waiting for...
Canzone scritta ed eseguita da Joel Shearer con la sua band, i Pedestrian.
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