Soup Lyrics & Chords By Lob Of Lemmings

The clothesline of cold eyes is washing away the face before Now tell me what's wrong you see everyone's gone You gotta do your best to decorate this dying' day This dying'...read more

The sound alone will make me move along, This thing speaks, you're often on, The sound alone, yeah, yeah. All the song now, The hiding measure, you wont get them And when...read more

when reason makes a trip to the other side, we slip under the cover, swim in the town's tide. let go just to discover how little we know about each other, how often we avoid each...read more

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