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Zita Swoon - The French Trombone lyrics
Everybody said it was dirty But their truth is like a gun I still try to get my ... Even when I'm forced to none Dancing on their prudence shield Stroking while I'm young Relying on their nursery Making it mine Hey everybody was laughing But I couldn't resist crying Hey I felt sad because They where all lying They all crown their frowns They all swop their alibis I'm glad I know that I don't care My mind is in my hands now It's the odd cause I remember when I was in the desert Sucking on my french colonge Grinding on my pillowcase Enjoying all alone And the air was soft and new And the chances that I took I wonder sometimes if without it We still have anything to go for |
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