bizarra

nunca más lloraré por él, por el amo, a las seis de la mañana.

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You'll hang the hearts black and dull as the night

We hanged your pass and start being as you in ecstasty

Still being cried and laughed at before

Should I be sewn in hugged I can by not saying

Still being cried and laughed at from light to blue

And should I be hugged and tugged down through this tiger's masque

And should I be sung and unbroken by not saying

You mind not saying

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cocteau twins. cherry-coloured funk.