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Touch
I belong to you
To the pores
Of your skin
And I can't count
How many times
All my luck
Went to waste
Flowers are dead, I see you lying in bed
She tastes the curb all the teeth come out cracked
Alone in debt I cease the fire, I'll embed
Into the warmth of your curves
I'll dress you in linen
I need you
I'll need you
Will I feed you?
Now
I'm a mole
In a hole
And I crawl
For the light
Bones are dead, I see you lying in bed
Embrace the curves of the queens
Oh no
Alone in debt I cease the fire, I'll embed
Into the warmth of the night
I keep you sleeping
She said the more I take, the less I feel
And the sore jungle
Becomes the face of the Earth
Man I'm no longer trouble
Face no longer double
Flowers are dead, I see you alive in hell
The pulse and nerves, all the queens
Come off heads
Alone in debt I cease the fire I embed
Into the warmth of the night
I'll dress you in linen
I need you.
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Bikini Kill
02:07
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The pains of the burnt skin
As the motherfucker struggles
Numb and cold everywhere else
I’m handing guns to the petty thieves
She used to like me
When I called her Kim Gordon
She used to love me
In the swing of Dianne Reeves
Better play your cards right
Better hide what’s on you hand
Better show me what’s at stake
She’s win or lose, give or take!
The definition of the extension of your broken bones
As you walk no longer without surveillance from the military drones and
She used to like me
When I called her PJ Harvey
She used to love me
When I played her Bikini Kill
Better play your cards right
Better hide what’s on you hand
Better show me what’s at stake
She’s win or lose, give or take!
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Minerva
04:49
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And don’t forget about me
The loss of touch and control
Over the sour aftertaste of quandary
Just losing the game forever
Never thought I’d take all of these measures
After all the fits and seizures
She hears more lies
On a fourth lost therapy
Never thought I’d take all of these measures
I’ve been burnt, oh I’ve had pleasures
She seems more dry
And don’t return to me
All the love as sharp as the knife that we shared in a bed
And all the dull days, the hours passed over our heads
I know your desires are never
The words I lever
The noise forever
Never thought I’d take all of these measures
After all the fits and seizures
She hears more lies
On a fourth lost therapy
Never thought I’d take all of these measures
I’ve been burnt, oh I’ve had pleasures
She seems more dry
And don’t!
On a fourth lost therapy
The words I lever
The noise forever!
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Glass Prince
07:58
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I know a guy called Seraph
I tell you he's so different from us
He walks around crawls around he says
Why have two pairs of shoes or even tree
He's more than us
I tell you he's so different from us
What you give up is what you get back
There are clay pools of graves which await
Compliments aside
Been in a waiting room of a Sikh congregation
What you give up is what you get back
There are clay pools of graves which await
Compliments aside
Been in a waiting room of a Sikh congregation
And he stumbles upon the heads of the weak
Forgive my language I'm an unspoken tounge
Please caress my horse
You aggravating my position in love
Compliments aside
Been in a waiting room of a Sikh congregation
Starts yellow on the inside
I'm sure she's hollow
The wounds are unfolding
And the snow covers the land
The last of the renegades gone to sleep
The fear has got the most of us
And the most of us are dead
And thank you
It was so very nice of you to come
Save my body from tears
Save my body from
King of no land
Points of regret
Prospects cancelled
We're not leaving
King of no land
Points of regret
Prospects cancer
We're not leaving
King of no land
Points of regret
Prospects cancelled
We're not leaving
And he stumbles upon the heads of the weak
Forgive my language I'm an unspoken tounge
Please caress my horse
You aggravating my position in love
Compliments aside
Been in a waiting room of a Sikh congregation
Starts yellow on the inside
I'm sure she's hollow
The wounds are unfolding
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