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Daphne Willis

Rest your bones, I am feeling weak again so please rest with me. I dare not ask who's been helping you fall asleep, oh honey. I'm so tense, gasoline

Rest your bones I am feeling weak again so please rest with me. I dare not ask who's been helping you fall asleep, oh honey I'm so tense, gasoline machines

Traducció: Daphne Loves Derby. Si tens sort, ningú sortirà ferit.

The root of your tongue Is losing grip of your heart You're carving your way Straight to the bones in your grave And this is how we carry our ancient