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Jeff Buckley Sketches (For My Sweetheart the Drunk) (1998) Witches' rave It sounds just like a scream I don?t know what you mean Your witchcraft?s all around me In your ragged pagan scene You tell me all the ways around my garden that you like I float just like a bubble Heading for a spike All is well between the breasts of passenger and slave We?ll never make it out alive to join The witches? rave You?d like to see him suffer For you fantasy and thrill He fell sick while we made love He?s out there, somewhere, still Oh I feel the spell that you have cast, hot, pink, nasty Bubble gum, coming down just like a big red coal I can?t help from looking Outside for a guarantee I can?t help from looking Outside for a guarantee Hey! I try to keep all hidden When you come around Oh, no! The sight of broomsticks Sliding on the ground You?re levitating something 'Cause I feel so collectible We?re all lying natural He?s watching from a window up above I see he loves you, I?ll bring you closer Something in my fate says it?s not right for me Tell me Am I cursed or am I blessed? I can't tell, oh yes! 'Cause all is well between the breasts of Passenger and slave I?ll never make it out alive to join The witches? rave I can't help from looking Outside for a guarantee I can't help from looking Outside for a guarantee I can't help from looking Outside for a guarantee I can't help from looking Outside for a guarantee I can't help from looking Outside for a guarantee I can't help from looking Outside for a guarantee For a guarantee |
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