paroles de chanson Crying Clown (Acoustic) - The Wytches
I
catch
my
breath
finally
She
keeps
me
calm
and
suddenly
I
relapse
on
old
tricks
trying
to
make
a
new
In
his
car
she
finally
Tampers
with
her
sexuality
Scratching
at
each
other's
minds
till
their
in
the
nude
As
for
me,
my
loyalty
Is
only
sold
illegally
To
the
pantomime
crying
clown
Cry
for
me
whilst
upside
down
Salivating,
bloody
mouth
Or
passionately
bloody
mouth
And
graveyard
girls
swinging
a
bag
like
a
pendulum
All
the
static
rustling
Plug
me
in,
the
record
spins
And
treat
me
like
I
wasn't
someone
that
you
knew
Annabelle
she
reads
my
dreams
Surrounding
me
in
casualties
But
I
don't
get
mad
cause
i
know
it's
what
you
do
Over-priced
analogies
Brittle
man
you
dress
like
me
Like
the
pantomime
crying
clown
Cry
for
me
whilst
upside
down
Salivating,
bloody
mouth
Or
passionately
bloody
mouth
And
graveyard
girls
swinging
a
bag
like
a
pendulum
She
created
for
her
own
Her
perfect
body
Her
perfect
body
And
graveyard
girl
tapping
her
ribs
like
a
xylophone
She
created
for
her
own
Her
perfect
body
She
is
perfectly
Lonely
Like
a
pendulum
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