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Giving The Table A Name
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Festooned With Our Garments
Salesman at the door He's not coming in He's not selling me something i've not seen before I don't owe him an answer
In a small remainder We'd infect the rest Punching me in the head It don't feel anymore The black and the white of my eyes
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Wind-y and narrow the staircase And cold in the cellar And it won't be so pretty to see When the owners return to find All of our clothes on the trellis They'll find all of our clothes on the trellis
In a coffin we'll end up together
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