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