15°C

Oh we flee the scene of our little crime

We feel so free

But the hounds of law they bite our heels

As we retreat

Up to the planets, up to the bodies of the galaxy

Of the galaxy we fly, we feed, we suck, we bleed, we need...

 

Red Rack'em - If Only The Past


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