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Catatonia — Bulimic Beats lyrics
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Songwriters: ROBERTS/MATTHEWS/JONES/RICHARDS/POWELL
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
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsty.com/catatonia-bulimic-beats-lyrics.html ]
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
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
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsty.com/catatonia-bulimic-beats-lyrics.html ]
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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