Six Of Spades

Lyrics

When the fog comes rolling through the avenues
 Something leaves my mind
 Gifted in November underneath the elms
 In all the dying lines
 The mirage and the echo of the life we live
 Gently leaving me
 Break the fever, square the lines
 Strange geometry

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Song Details

Duration
02:21
Key
2
Tempo
82 BPM

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