| Los Campesinos! – A Heat Rash in the Shape of the Show Me State; or, Letters from Me to Charlotte Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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She'd a bruise so black they watched it fade through the full spectrum of colours They kept it like a pet, a private joke they told no others And oh woah, how the tissue repaired And how it turned to yellow And she found it disgusting, cause it didn't match her clothing He said that it's not yellow, it's golden |
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