Amelia Curran - The Dozens | Текст песни

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All my lovers think I’m lovely
In the morning when I wake
When I roll in folds of slumber
When I caress I give and take
All my enemies are just like me
They’re a fatalist mistake
And abandoning of deity
Is the slowest interstate

(chorus)
Let the bakers have their dozens
Let the coppers get their man
Let doctor lawyer fix her for you
Catch her if they can
Oh and all the stars in heaven
Cannot count on me alone
For I’m my lover’s enemy
And I can’t be counted on

All my lovers undercover of night
Wrestle with their wounds
They’re pawing sorrow’s piety
They’re kissing pleasure’s gloom
All my enemies are ready for
A drink or two to spite
They’re praying for forgiveness
And they’re ready for a fight

(chorus)

All my lovers love me tirelessly
They listen and they see
They work the web of time itself
To fall and capture me
All my enemies they envy
Every move I’ve ever made
The tireless love I gather
Even rain on my parade

(chorus)

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