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Blue Black
Heather Nova
Eat your words, eat your heart out
Eat your words, eat your heart out
There's not much left, just my red dress
just this feeling that I got
You made me a victim in your Christmas kitchen
Bleu black, maybe you got something
it's my memory it's your loss
but the flowers grew back
And was it familiar when you toched my sister
God, I don't think there's a word for that
Blue black, maybe you got something
but the flowers grew black
I gave it away, whore for a day
But you never got my virgin heart
It stayed locked up, it's still beating
It's so ugly, I'm still breathing
Blue black, maybe you got something
Eat your words, eat your hat
but the flowers grew black
Eat your words, eat your heart out
I never felt so clean, you did the sin supreme
You never had a clue, you can't take it with you
I never felt so clean, you did the sin supreme
You never had a clue, you can't take it with you
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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© זכויות היוצרים שמורות למחברים
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