
Zera Zafe โ ๐๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐๐ฃ๐ญ๐ข๐ป๐ฆ
๐๐๐ฃ๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ค๐๐ฃ ๐ ๐๐ค๐ค๐ก ๐๐ช๐ฃ๐ค ๐ฟ๐๐จ๐๐ค๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ ๐๐ข๐๐ฏ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ค๐ฅ๐ก๐, ๐๐ช๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ค๐ข๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ข๐๐ฏ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ก๐๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ฉ๐๐๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐จ๐ฉ๐จ? ๐พ๐ค๐ข๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐ค #๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐จ๐๐ค๐ง๐: https://discord.gg/nohome โห โง โโโโโฑโโฐโโโโ โง โห [Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1] Red shades Ablaze Ash upon the floor The radio keeps talking I don't listen anymore [Verse 2] Cold tea in a pink cup A book bent at the spine I read the same sentence For the hundredth time After dinner voices blur The radio speaks in broken words The pink mug The tea, the cigar Smoke draws faces that drift apart [Chorus] I've been calling this living I've been wearing it thin I set the table I feed the flame I swallow the hours They all taste the same My eyes are halfway closed And let the same day in I swallow the hours They all taste the same [Interludel] Something has to change [Chorus] I've been calling this living I've been wearing it thin I set the table I feed the flame I swallow the hours They all taste the same My eyes are halfway closed And let the same day in I swallow the hours They all taste the same [Instrumental] [Outro] Red shades Ablaze Ash upon the floor The radio keeps talking I don't listen anymore

