Beetles and eggs and blues and pour a little everything else. You steam a lens stable eyes and glass. Not get pissed off through my bird lips as good news
Still we can find our love down from behind. Down far behind this fabulous, my turn rules
Beetles and eggs and blues and bells and eggs and then blued. Beetles and eggs and blues and pour a little everything else. You steam a lens stable eyes and glass. Not get pissed off through my bird lips as good news
You'll hang the hearts black and dull as the night. We hanged your pass and start being as you in ecstasty. Still being cried and laughed at before. Should I be sewn in hugged I can by not saying. Still being cried and laughed at from light to blue
And should I be hugged and tugged down through this tiger's masque. And should I be sung and unbroken by not saying. You mind not saying
He'll hang that heart's black and dull as the night.Still being cried and laughed at from behind me, from gains. We hanged your pass and star being as you in ecstasy. Still being cried and laughed at from behind me, from gains. Should I be sung and unbroken by not saying. Still being cried and laughed at from behind me, from gains. Hugged and tugged down through this tiger's masque for key.
[cocteau.twins]
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