blues, lose under my skin. blooming like a hue. a water color drip. . rouge, lose under my skin. spreading like a lake. oozing from the brim. . oh, baby how'd you make me hurt?.
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In this world it feels like I just dont belong. I walk the beat to my own drum and. I sing a different song. . I used to live like everybody told me, I tried to just fit in.
In this world it feels like I just dont belong. I walk the beat to my own drum and. I sing a different song. . I used to live like everybody told me, I tried to just fit in.
Please don't cry for hammer in your teeth.. We'll spoil the pretty snow that lies beneath.. Who go cry for hammer in her teeth?. . We'll spoil her pretty face at least she feels real..
Please don't flow so fast, you little mountain hum. I'll take a bottle down to you. Please don't flow this fast, you hold a little hum. I'll bottle sounds of me for you.
These berries are eyes. Your eyes, my eyes. Birds turn their necks. Stare at them, long for them. . For the neck is a fruit. Your neck, my neck. These fruits turn their youth.
Skar the fire son. Pet the smiling one. Woo the sleeping one. R the crying one. . H-hviss my little one. R-r my crying one. Ligg-ligg my tired one. Rura sleeping one.
Feel the moon pull your love. Faster up to the sky. . Feel the moon pull your love. Faster up to the sky, the sky. . Feel the moon pull your love. Faster up to the sky, the sky.
We throw our loupes, our little phone. Our lovely shorts, oh marmalade fires. . We throw our folds, our pots and pans. Our dirty planks, oh marmalade fires.
Your glancing cracks your skin. Clear lights on dirty bulbs, dirty bulbs. . Your pants fall to the ground. They're filled with guilty rocks, guilty rocks.
Down from my ceiling drips great noise. It drips on my head through a hole in the roof. . Behind these two hills here there's a pool. And when I'm swimming.
See the fog on my horizon, it's dancing. And it smells like a teenager. See the bones behind my eyelids, they're dancing. And they sound like tap dancing shoes.
Tomorrow/Give Into The Night (Tomorrowland anthem 2010). Dimitri Vegas, Like Mike & Tara McDonald. . CHORUS. NOW I COME ALIVE. AND I CAN LET GO. I FEEL IT INSIDE.
Pour toi je suis l'ignorante sauvage, tu me parles de ma différence je crois sans malveillance. Mais si dans ton langage,tu emploies le mot "sauvage" c'est que tes yeux sont remplis de nuages... de nuages.
Oh ma douce souffrance. Pourquoi s'acharner tu recommence. Je ne suis qu'un être sans importance. Sans lui je suis un peu paro. Je déambule seule dans le métro.
Hello, sub pop. . There's a feeling in the world. That causes the rest. You're ambition and success. Is what I detest. . I'm trying to be true. I'm trying my best.