Radical friends
The black keys
I've got these radical friends.
Broken lips,
rainbow violence.
Pink clouds on a razor mountain.
We're running through a city of head wounds,
holding hands.
Night frowns in the city of head wounds,
so take my hand.
Yeah?
Yeah!
Load up your love.
Radical friends.
Broken lips,
rainbow violence.
Pink clouds on a razor mountain.
We're running through a city of head wounds,
holding hands.
Night frowns in the city of head wounds,
so take my hand.
Yeah?
Yeah!
Load up your love.
Radical friends.
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