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Going to heaven with a fake moustache |
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Going to try my luck in the clouds |
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My heart's getting used to this whiplash |
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I'm letting go, take my hand quickly |
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Wonder what it's like on the other side |
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If green pastures wait for me there |
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My head's a lion, my heart is a butterfly |
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I gotta go, I gotta go quickly |
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I'm not used to her violence |
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I never knew anyone so beautiful in her silence |
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I never knew anyone at all |
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Buried is my stone heart |
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Beneath the dust of an age |
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I'm not used to this girl, no |
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I wasn't built for this world, I'm slipping |
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In her kitchen making me strip slow |
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Wants to see what I am made from |
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Wants to feel me play with her heart strings |
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She gotta know, she gotta go quickly |
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There's a tiger asleep in my bedroom |
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I'm in the garden shaking with fear |
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Morning clouds look just like a highway |
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I gotta go, I gotta go quickly |
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I'm not used to her violence |
|
I never knew anyone so beautiful in her silence |
|
I never knew anyone at all |
|
Buried is my stone heart |
|
Beneath the dust of an age |
|
I'm not used to this girl, no |
|
I wasn't built for this world, I'm slipping |
|
I'm not used to her violence |
|
I never knew anyone so beautiful in her silence |
|
I never knew anyone at all |
|
Buried is my stone heart |
|
Beneath the dust of an age |
|
I'm not used to this girl, no |
|
I wasn't built for this world, I'm slipping |
|
Going to heaven with a fake moustache |
|
Going to try my luck in the clouds |
|
My heart's getting used to this whiplash |
|
I'm letting go, take my hand quickly |
