Текст песни Bulimic Beats - Catatonia
I
thought
we'd
escape
I
packed
a
fishing
line
and
counted
on
it
I
thought
we'd
escape
I
packed
a
fishing
line
and
counted
on
it
But
dreaming
is
for
moonrise
And
moonlight
ails
these
tired
eyes
I
treat
him
like
a
lady
I
treat
him
as
I
would
he
unto
me
Give
Rose
rose-seller
a
run
for
her
money
With
silicone
and
poetry
But
it's
the
end
of
me
I
thought
it
could
change
I'd
wake
up
one
morning
and
find
nothing
to
rearrange
I
couldn't
get
there
Behind
his
wall
of
Sunday
papers
I
thought
it
could
change
I'd
wake
up
one
morning
and
find
nothing
to
rearrange
But
dreaming
is
for
moonrise
And
moonlight
ails
these
tired
eyes
I
treat
him
like
a
lady
I
treat
him
as
I
would
he
unto
me
Give
Rose
rose-seller
a
run
for
her
money
With
silicone
and
poetry
And
it's
the
end
of
me
Here
I
am
Here
I
am
And
here
I
stand
Here
in
my
kitchen
where
I'm
familiar
with
every
brand
Here
I
am
A
front
line
with
labels
where
I
witness
custards
last
stand
Here
I
am
1 Sweet Catatonia
2 Lost Cat
3 You've Got a Lot To Answer For
4 Dimbran
5 For Tinkerbell
6 Mulder and Scully
7 Road Rage
8 I'M Cured
9 Strange Glue
10 International Velvet
11 She's A Millionaire
12 Storm The Palace
13 Dazed, Beautiful And Bruised
14 Bulimic Beats
15 Godspeed
16 The Mother of Misogyny
17 Imaginary Friend
18 All Girls Are Fly
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