Discretion Grove lyrics

Hate recreated
A revelation
Uh listen to me
I`ll tell you I`m about to run
The ceiling`s are undone
Specialized victories
For overage whores
I felt up your feelings
And they left me no more time
To see what I want to find

Believe-- let it go
And leave--The shots in closing
Believe--Discretion grove
For it`s time
To go there
Yea there`s time, there`s time, there`s time
To go there

Celt alcoholic
Feeling past blue
I`m tryin to get up
From sending all my selves to you
And in times I tilted truth
Major Alfonso
Mind up the gold
THe ceremonial dead trees
Told him all that he could do
And it`s all we do to run, run, run,

You`re never gonna run aground until the sun is down
You are gonna hear the sound of a crazy ship
On an insane raid

Just crash our wind on a manic bay
Distract the wind on a manic bay
Scratch the wind on a manic Bay
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