Tytuł: Leaves Of Fate

• Wykonawca: SWINGIN' UTTERS
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The grapes are ripped straight off the vine before ripe
  The fifths are drank the eighths smolder in the pipe
  Complaints to celebrate are fathomed and condomed
  Such a fucked up state not just wired drunk and stoned
  
  This must be for someone else
  Debauchery must be for someone else
  Someone else
  For someone else
  
  The drapes are drawn to be ignored to be polite
  They stand to leave and can't stand to leave your side
  The walls were painted white now stained a color bone
  The calls are weak and faint holler into the phone
  
  This call must be for someone else
  This privacy must be for someone else
  Someone else
  For someone else
  
  Then I step into the room
  With plans to stay accept the doom
  I'm not about to lose my cool
  I'm just the lout to play the fool
  
  Leaves fall from the trees tangle in the rakes
  Leaves call out to me, "what angle to you take?"
  Leaves are glistening, glorious in the morning dew
  Leaves are listening flooring us with storied truths
  
  This must be for someone else
  Leaves of fate must be for someone else
  Someone else
  For someone
  For someone else