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Paper Tongues Lyrics - Artist : Futurebirds
Drying out, a paper tongue in a cotton mouth
Diving way Shaping words you'd never dream to say Without a breath Without though, without dread There are things lying there Camouflaged up in that head Old vines to shred Life long thought dead Life long thought dead Creeping toes, massaging on my right brain Now a forest grows Blossoming there in my veins So before you dress Trade in this bed for bullshit duress You're going to suffer at The hands of those who know you best The ones who love you best Well it won't be me, I won't play the disease [?] |
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