| Catatonia lyrics
Bulimic Beats lyrics
I thought we'd escape
I packed a fishing line and counted on it
I thought we'd 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 it's the end of me
I thought it could change
I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange
I couldn't get there Behind walls of Sunday papers
I thought it could change
I'd 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 it's 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 custard's last stand
Here I am
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International Velvet lyrics
Why I Can't Stand One Night Stands lyrics
Part of the Furniture lyrics
Don't Need The Sunshine lyrics
Strange Glue lyrics
My Selfish Gene lyrics
Dead From the Waist Down lyrics
Londinium lyrics
Post Script lyrics
She's A Millionaire lyrics
Karaoke Queen lyrics
Valerian lyrics
Shoot The Messenger lyrics
Nothing Hurts . lyrics
Dazed Beautiful & Bruised lyrics
Mulder & Scully (Live) lyrics
Nothing Hurts lyrics
Lost Cat lyrics
Some Half Baked Idea Called Wonderful lyrics
Infantile lyrics
Dream On lyrics
This Boy Can't Swim lyrics
Painful lyrics
Whale lyrics
For Tinkerbell lyrics
Way Beyond Blue lyrics
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