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I heard it from Paulson, or is he me?
As he lay out in the bath stared up at the grout
Iodine hue stains dripping

Bernice is curled up, reposed, smooth and bare
Beneath sheets of floral blankets and halos of hair
As the drip drip singing, like the mockingbirds, was laughing at me

Don't just sing the song boy
Where someones tears fell quiet
Don't just sing the song boy
White romance since departed
Don't just sing along dear
Your bitter heart once shook with vigor, now

Pluck it from the stem when it's drunk on dew
If velvet skin is thin enough you'll see inside it too
Well I am not in season
So your flame I cannot brace
In memory it seems to me that it was all so sweet
But with throes the heart's replete

Don't just sing the song boy
Where someones tears fell quiet
Don't just sing the song boy
White romance since departed
Don't just sing along dear
Your bitter heart once shook with vigor, now

Very few grapes can fuel a good fire [x15]





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  1. S.... ....

    I heard it from Paulson, or is he me?
    As he lay out in the bath stared up at the grout
    Iodine hue stains dripping

    Bernice is curled up, reposed, smooth and bare
    Beneath sheets of floral blankets and halos of hair
    As the drip drip singing, like the mockingbirds, was laughing at me

    Don't just sing the song boy
    Where someones tears fell quiet
    Don't just sing the song boy
    White romance since departed
    Don't just sing along dear
    Your bitter heart once shook with vigor, now

    Pluck it from the stem when it's drunk on dew
    If velvet skin is thin enough you'll see inside it too
    Well I am not in season
    So your flame I cannot brace
    In memory it seems to me that it was all so sweet
    But with throes the heart's replete

    Don't just sing the song boy
    Where someones tears fell quiet
    Don't just sing the song boy
    White romance since departed
    Don't just sing along dear
    Your bitter heart once shook with vigor, now
    Very few grapes can fuel a good fire. (x15)

  2. a.... a....

    Now I could be that douche bag that always says "I liked that band before they were popular"

    a.... a....

    +Nom Nomski ikr sameee