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Regressverbot - Kids Of December

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Lyrics :
Our sharp blade eyes cut like knives
we are the risky posterity seekers
our bare dark brains buried alive
we are the delicate sensitive meekers
Our sharp blade eyes cut like knives
we are the risky posterity seekers
our bare dark brains buried alive
we are the delicate sensitive meekers
you may get us down
with your guns under perfect disguise
you may set us aside
but again from the dead we'll rise
cause of the spark of our gaze
the might of our steps
the bold of our smile
the swing on our hips
the craze of our trips
the flash of our face
Our sharp blade eyes cut like knives
we are the risky posterity seekers
our bare dark brains buried alive
we are the delicate sensitive meekers
Our sharp blade eyes cut like knives
we are the risky posterity seekers
our bare dark brains buried alive
we are the delicate sensitive meekers
you may get us down
with your guns under perfect disguise
you may set us aside
but again from the dead we'll rise
cause of the spark of our gaze
the might of our steps
the bold of our smile
the swing on our hips
the craze of our trips
the flash of our face
Our sharp blade eyes cut like knives
we are the risky posterity seekers
our bare dark brains buried alive
we are the delicate sensitive meekers
Our sharp blade eyes cut like knives
we are the risky posterity seekers
our bare dark brains buried alive
we are the delicate sensitive meekers
you may get us down
with your guns under perfect disguise
you may set us aside
but again from the dead we'll rise
cause of the spark of our gaze
the might of our steps
the bold of our smile
the swing on our hips
the craze of our trips
the flash of our face
Our sharp blade eyes cut like knives
we are the risky posterity seekers
our bare dark brains buried alive
we are the delicate sensitive meekers
Our sharp blade eyes cut like knives
we are the risky posterity seekers
our bare dark brains buried alive
we are the delicate sensitive meekers
you may get us down
with your guns under perfect disguise
you may set us aside
but again from the dead we'll rise
cause of the spark of our gaze
the might of our steps
the bold of our smile
the swing on our hips
the craze of our trips
the flash of our face