Foxing - Tom Bley | Текст песни

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again in summer beds we found ourselves floating
burning up into the night, tangled to tethered lines
our limbs mixing tails
no longer landlocked or tired of trying
to extend beyond our limited reach

because i've been wearing this albatross around my neck
and you've been wrestling with broken bones and bottled ghosts
but i still see you golden

and i know with love grows
and i know our limbs glow

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