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Arabella
House and high pitches
The dog, she understands we can't
So dreamin', shift across sheets
Lost mothers, instruments, and metal fruit bowls
Tell me
My eyes are hungry
Babe, I haven't eaten for a while
Go to sleep, I'll try to keep
Your birthday in the car ride alive
When you wake up
I will be covered in milky sweat
And grey, grey, grey cashmere
I may not find a Christian in Cameroon
Nor a Muslim at the mall
Love, love, love the call
House and high pitches
The dog, she understands we can't
So dreamin', shift across sheets
Lost mothers, instruments, and metal fruit bowls
Tell me
My eyes are hungry
Babe, I haven't eaten for a while
Go to sleep, I'll try to keep
Your birthday in the car ride alive
When you wake up
I will be covered in milky sweat
And grey, grey, grey cashmere
I may not find a Christian in Cameroon
Nor a Muslim at the mall
Love, love, love the call
Lyrics submitted by seasideisme, edited by walzjenna
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