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Park

Genres: Rock

La Amoureux Lyrics - Park

Lover, undo me 

For weeks I've waited for your return 

My head down, eyes to the ground 

My guess is a sure thing, you won't be back 

 

Thank you for a month's worth of wooing 

Your warm lips and my body for using 

Six shades of mischievous gray 

Sprinting through your skinny veins 

 

It's no wonder my sense of perception 

Is no better than a sailor in weather 

So rough as to spill your guts 

The sea swells up just enough 

To keep your head up 

 

Lover, undo me 

For weeks I've waited for your return 

My head down, eyes to the ground 

My guess is a sure thing, you won't be back 

 

You've all but consumed me 

For days I pray for you to burn 

I won't try to relive the nightlife 

I had when I had you 

 

La amoureux me defont 

With eyes so soft and a labored cough she sighs 

Don't come near me 

God dammit, I am waving my colors of warning 

I am sorry, darling 

 

I'm just so sick of starving 

You smile as I start my dive 

Hands on hips, impartial lips 

Pushed to one side 

 

Lover, undo me 

For weeks I've waited for your return 

My head down, eyes to the ground 

My guess is a sure thing, you won't be back 

 

You've all but consumed me 

For days I pray for you to burn 

I won't try to relive the nightlife 

I had when I had you 

 

And those six shades that I spoke of 

Are just acts you try to pull off 

Just as a cavity 

Swallowing the things you need 

 

Yet you skim what won't repeat 

All demands what I've been asking 

Your arms like a tragedy suffering from sun 

I will cut myself off never to be turned back on 

 

Lover, undo me 

(I will cut myself off never to be turned back on) 

You've all but consumed me 

(I will cut myself off never to be turned back on) 

Lover, undo me 

(I will cut myself off never to be turned back on) 

 

You'll end up, starved out in some attic 

Alone and afraid watching reruns of past times 

Your hair falling out in heaps 

The bridges you've burned, the ashes you keep 

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