Текст и слова песни Horace Pinker – Carnival Nostalgia
i laughed with him no tears in his eyes always wore a grin was a nice disguise
he looked like any other and these hands won't ever cover can't see inside
he looked like any other never did realize but i heard those fists they
did fly do we ever know myopic vision has transformed this show into a carnival
nostalgia for this task bury your memory with the dirt on these hands i
laughed with him he snapped like that did he hurt his friends golden silence
grins he looked like any other of our friends and i hear it's typical these
days do we ever know myopic vision has transformed this show into a carnival
nostalgia for this task bury your memory at last
he looked like any other and these hands won't ever cover can't see inside
he looked like any other never did realize but i heard those fists they
did fly do we ever know myopic vision has transformed this show into a carnival
nostalgia for this task bury your memory with the dirt on these hands i
laughed with him he snapped like that did he hurt his friends golden silence
grins he looked like any other of our friends and i hear it's typical these
days do we ever know myopic vision has transformed this show into a carnival
nostalgia for this task bury your memory at last
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