One Hundred Owls - Baroque in Pastels

We're standing here before they cut the head off of my shoulders, in Frances perfect reign
I grown a taste for candied treats and guillotine's for women, in Frances perfect son
Oooohhhhh
Oooohhhhh

I love the way they die, all over again, all over a
Oooohhhhh

We've eating grapes with all the Greeks and all the fancy children. inn Frances perfect snow
We've eaten here and laid our heads and all the breath
And all the breath
And all the breath
And all the breath
And all the breath
And all

I love the way they die, all over again, all over again
I love the way they die, all over again, all over a

Written by:
Dario Verrelli

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