I Form Songtext
If I form that
If I form that
Graduates of tablature and bouquet of garages
Put us out to those mirages and nail it till we bust
I'm 16 and I'm unit, our instruments can do it
Every ounce shows that we blew it, we couldn't get to us
If I form that
If I form that
If I form that
Graduates of tablature and bouquet of garages
Put us out to those mirages and nail it till we bust
I'm 16 and I'm unit, our instruments can do it
Every ounce shows that we blew it, we couldn't get to us
If I form that
If I form that
Sing to me, I'm letting down, I'm falling
This fever slips, feeling the bouts of shivering
[?] sweat glands bleeding
Witnessed closest things with the loudest feelings
Come free in comradery
This fever slips, feeling the bouts of shivering
[?] sweat glands bleeding
Witnessed closest things with the loudest feelings
Come free in comradery
Well, the lecher is young
Dote on the friends of your loves
Sweet, sweet suffer is with each other
If I form
If I form
If I form
If I form that
Severed but spun in a loom
From silks of the Moon glow the vans of my youth
Now this performing body is all remaining moves
Floating my comradery in groups
If I form that
If I form that
If I form that
If I form that
If I used to be something more
This fever slips, feeling the bouts of shivering
[?] sweat glands bleeding
Witnessed closest things with the loudest feelings
Come free in comradery
This fever slips, feeling the bouts of shivering
[?] sweat glands bleeding
Witnessed closest things with the loudest feelings
Come free in comradery
Well, the lecher is young
Dote on the friends of your loves
Sweet, sweet suffer
If I form that
If I form that
If I form that
If I form that
This fever slips, feeling the bouts of shivering
[?] sweat glands bleeding
Witnessed closest things with the loudest feelings
Come free in comradery
This fever slips, feeling the bouts of shivering
[?] sweat glands bleeding
Witnessed closest things with the loudest feelings
Come free in comradery
Well, the lecher is young
Dote on the friends of your loves
Sweet, sweet suffer is with each other
If I form
If I form
If I form
If I form that
Severed but spun in a loom
From silks of the Moon glow the vans of my youth
Now this performing body is all remaining moves
Floating my comradery in groups
If I form that
If I form that
If I form that
If I form that
If I used to be something more
This fever slips, feeling the bouts of shivering
[?] sweat glands bleeding
Witnessed closest things with the loudest feelings
Come free in comradery
This fever slips, feeling the bouts of shivering
[?] sweat glands bleeding
Witnessed closest things with the loudest feelings
Come free in comradery
Well, the lecher is young
Dote on the friends of your loves
Sweet, sweet suffer
If I form that
If I form that
If I form that
If I form that
William Boris Wiesenfeld
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