The Twilight Showdown Lyrics & Tabs by Starlight Mints

The Twilight Showdown

guitar chords lyrics

Starlight Mints

Album : The Dream That Stuff Was Made Of indie rock PlayStop

Spurs on both his mighty infant tears of our oil,
Prince Augustus.
Pasta with the lack of razor crowned a princess.

Biding off aside, I must distance the rival.
Tell you something.
Shouting with her brass conduction,
Prince Augustus. Sond the trumpet.
Welcome to the twilight showdown!
Fighting with his eyes, combusted,
Prince Augustus.
Shouting with her head of mustard.
Welcome to the twilight showdown!


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