Blue 88's Songtext

Birth is hard to give yourself.
I can't concentrate.
I can't consummate it.
It's hard.
Birth is hard to give yourself.
I can't let it turn to rot right now.
I can't let this maturation turn to rot right now.
Blurring. Birthing. Browning.
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