TestoComing Up Roses

Elliott Smith

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Ultima modifica il: 29 dicembre 2021

I′m a junkyard full of false starts And I don't need your permission To bury my love under this bare light bulb

The moon is a sickle cell It′ll kill you in time Your cold white brother will ride in your blood Like spun glass in sore eyes While the moon does its division You're buried below And you're coming up roses everywhere you go Red roses follow The things that you tell yourself They′ll kill you in time Your cold white brother alive in your blood Spinning in the night sky While the moon does its division You′re buried below And you're coming up roses everywhere you go Red roses So you got in a kind of trouble that nobody knows It′s coming up roses everywhere you go Red roses

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