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Текст (слова) песни: Catatonia - Bulimic Beats



I thought wed escape

I packed a fishing line and counted on it

I thought wed escape

I packed a fishing line and counted on it

But dreaming is for moonrise

Amd moonlight also ails those tired eyes

I treat him like a lady

I treat him as I would he unto me

Give rose rose-seller a run for her money

With silicone and poetry

But its the end of me

I thought it could change

Id wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange

I couldnt get there behind walls of sunday papers

I thought it could change

Id wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange

But dreaming is for moonrise

And moonlight ails these tired eyes

I treat him like a lady

I treat him as I would he unto me

Give rose rose-seller a run for her money

With silicone and poetry

And its the end of me

Here I am

Here I am

And here I stand

Here in my kitchen where I familiar with every brand

Here I am

A front line with labels where I witness custards last stand

Here I am

 

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