Moles
Marcel Gidote'S Holy Crab
Please make room for my shroom As my tune goes Please make room for my shroom As my tune goes So is this fine now? What my heart needs Are uncounted beats As now I sing to you Some of my lucid dreams Where you're not mine And I know I feel Oh darling why I keep it real The sun is rising Somewhere it does White shroom must be guarding Somewhere it must