Bad Rec Project - Deadelephants

Such a great friend, such an old friend, on our way again.
Love chooses its keepers, guardians of the ship passing through time and distance.
So, young boy, what you`re doing with those strange sounds?
I know in the end of those years you`ll be able to grow a beard.
Now go back to your crazy dreams of dead elephants.

Written by:
Caique Guimarães Balbino

Publisher:
Lyrics © Tratore

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