Lydia Lunch - 1000 Lies | Текст песни

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• Lydia Lunch
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we hang our heads in this heavenly house
with calls that scream a long slow no

dirty thoughts fall from my soul
heaped like clothes upon the floor

this night has a thousand lies
that burn holes in my petty head

flesh creeps up all over the walls
it's my misfortune that you're suspicious

i could swear a thousand prayers and cast a bible into the sea
but my lifeline's full of solitaries yours is happy full of nothing

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