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Beth Jeans Houghton
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Atlas
You walked through her door, and into her senses And swept under carpets in your search for sleep I see I see amore, when looking through lenses Cry 'Blind for creation!' like you're blind for me
Ride swift through the houses like blood rides through me Red wine and whiskey are no good for me Dissecting the atlas for places we've been Your list is longer but you've got more years on me
A token to dispense, we take it all in doubles 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Weeping on concrete, then stealing away You opened up her mouth, and let our all her secrets Assumed her disordered in her thirst to stray
Ride swift through the houses like blood rides through me Red wine and whiskey are no good for me Dissecting the atlas for places we've been Your list is longer but you've got more years on me
[spoken] And these black berries stain your hands and your lips Sup on their dimension in the gut of our summer trips So pray, sleep sweet, and sharpen your teeth And escape from this body your soul is impounded beneath
Abort the nonchalance, and clap for your culture Your tanned hide exerting, the sum of your parts The bridges will advance, devout of their structure Armour the estuaries that plow through your heart
Ride swift through the houses like blood rides through me Red wine and whiskey are no good for me Dissecting the atlas for places we've been Your list is longer but you've got more years on me
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