Clone, caught hold of your flood lung, harbour your ‘someone’,prevent me.
Shown,you swoon in your lace run,brooding, a quilt tongue,pining me.
Calm,clot, cold, and bleed
Bone, pull over your midriff, labour your inches,widow me.
Hone ,all crimson and hinges,tarot and itches,corner me.
Fauxshot, sold and bleed cower all your cinders,fake us bower in your shivers, shake us.
Shown,you swoon in your lace run,brooding, a quilt tongue,pining me.
Calm,clot, cold, and bleed
Bone, pull over your midriff, labour your inches,widow me.
Hone ,all crimson and hinges,tarot and itches,corner me.
Fauxshot, sold and bleed cower all your cinders,fake us bower in your shivers, shake us.
Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher
Faux Lyrics as written by Ed Tullett Ali John Meredith-lacey
Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Royalty Network
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