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CANTANTE: Cocteau Twins
TITULO:Fotzepolitic
My dreams are low, they�re sick and must be drossed * ( * dross = old english for "waste") They�re young girl�s dreams. True some do it and shoot like the penny-lit stars what i was just rude Like the scary hairs on our singing hoof like the scary hairs on our singing hooves they move A family fool, but it's you, i can swoon inside me then you�ll accept my things A coloured star, but i feel strong luck when bound lonely to lars** when i'm empty headed See �n saw bounce me back to you� will you? see �n saw bounce me back to you� will you� oh will you? My dreams are low, they�re sick and must be drossed they�re young girl�s dreams. See �n saw bounce me back to you� will you? see �n saw bounce me back to you� will you� oh will you? See �n saw bounce me back to you see �n saw bounce me back to you see �n saw bounce me back to you will you? See �n saw bounce me back to you see �n saw bounce me back to you see �n saw bounce me back to you will you
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