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Jeff Buckley Sketches (For My Sweetheart the Drunk) (1998) Vancouver Lady All the troubles are my fright, I disgust you Feel the power you cut the truth into you Why do you think I?d hidden out on this rely I could kiss you With lines of escape in my mouth Please let me bring back these gifts of mine to the woman His eyes shined on my back as I slept and knew you You didn?t leave it all You made an even call My belly released the stars And tears between the scars. Ooooh We're where we belong It should end here Until the end of time Beyond the moment That ends our bondage I am your failed husband contender I?m your loan shark of bliss. This dream you?ve ridden on Turns your world to explosions You need to be alone To heal this bleeding stone Now, smell the rain of London it still insists That we beg for our purity As if we are pure in the rain of our contentment As if I can think of this no more. |
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