The smell of museum
The rocking chair
Dead skin
The silver hair
I'm old
I'm dying
Hell can wait
I'm always late
Drenched in coffee
The tongue of sin
Yellow teeth
Hands shivering
Grey woollen cardigan
A black pipe
A crawling spider
It's night
Old lyrics by Sarke. The smell of museum The rocking chair Dead skin The silver hair I'm old I'm dying Hell can wait I'm always late Drenched in coffee The...
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The smell of museum
The rocking chair
Dead skin
The silver hair
I'm old
I'm dying
Hell can wait
I'm always late
Drenched in coffee
The tongue of sin
Yellow teeth
Hands shivering
Grey woollen cardigan
A black pipe
A crawling spider
It's night
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