Morphine - Pretty Face | Текст песни

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• Morphine
• Pretty Face

Love's strange, bee sting, what a fool I've been.
Serpentine, lives unwind, trees sing, flowers cry.
A fronter town, carpet brown, picking gold, raining down.
This time I do it now but I'll fast forward to a better spot now.
I can go back later I remember the place but it's not so easy to erase a pretty face.
Erase a pretty face. A pretty face.
Hand on mind all this time unraveling this ball of twine.
Butterfly back, climb thru paths, not too slow, not too fast.
Perfect place, pretty face, nice place for a rattlesnake.
Perfect place, out of face, a good day to make a mistake.
Each time and I do it now - fast forward to a better spot.
Go back later I remember the place but it's not so easy to erase a pretty face.