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Blood Like
Lovedrug
I don't know what I just said.
Was it nasty? why am I like that.
I can show you a good time,
Then you'll know that we are blood like.
I really caught my leg in a trap this time, your majesty.
Can't you see?
I'm a sentimental, partly mental; I'm a bad friend.
I've got a little problem with my own head,
But it feels right, it feels like
I'm a belly filled of dirt
I'm the milk that turned to curds.
And it feels right.
Now stare at the ocean while your friends all drown.
We all need to learn to swim, anyway.
Oh my darling, hold your head up.
Don't you listen, you're my baby girl.
Oh my darling, hold your head up.
Don't you listen, you're my baby girl.
Oh my darling, hold your head up.
Don't you listen, you're my baby girl.
Oh my darling, hold your head up now.
Hold on, one eye eyeing my old life, hold on
Hold on, one eye eyeing my old life, hold on
Hold on, one eye eyeing my old life, hold on
Stare at the ocean, while your friends all drown.
Now we're blood like.
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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