[ti:Walls Are Tired]
[ar:Russian Red]
[al:I Love Your Glasses]
[00:00.62]Russian Red-Walls Are Tired
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[00:01.60]★ lrc 編輯 妙一法師
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[00:02.27]Walls are tired, of holding the same old ceilings
[00:14.94]words have found their way to stay in
[00:19.45]and they don't let out feelings
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[00:26.36]It's written badly but verses say shes mad and creepy
[00:31.95]and the rest of things we kind of know.
[00:39.05]They say there'll never be a girl like her again
[00:45.00]with her socks up to her knees and her obsession 'bout bees.
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[00:52.57]And with her eyes that she uses to touch
[01:05.83]Everything, everything she looks at.
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[01:18.76]Cups are tired of being filled with the same coffee.
[01:31.31]The floor can't stand that people stepping on won't even say sorry.
[01:43.08]They say there'll never be a girl like her again
[01:49.06]with her socks up to her knees and her obsession 'bout bees.
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[01:57.32]And with her eyes that she uses to touch
[02:09.83]everything, everything she looks at.
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[02:21.54]Don't stay longer staring at her eyes.
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[02:49.41]★ lrc 編輯 妙一法師
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