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Death Cab For Cutie Grapevine Fires

The wind picked up, the fire spread The grapevine singing, left for dead The northern sky looked like the end of days, end of days The wake up call to

Překlad: Death Cab for Cutie. Grapevine Fires.

: The wind picked up, the fire spread. The grapevine singing, left for dead. The northern sky looked like the end of days, end of days. The wake up

When the wind picked up And the fire spread And the grapevines seemed left for dead. And the northern sky, like the end of day, The end of days. A wake