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Bulimic Beats lyrics
I thought we'd escape
I packed a fishing bag and counted on it
I thought we'd escape
I packed a fishing bag and counted on it
But dreaming is for moonrise
And moonlight ails these tired eyes
I treat him like a lady
I treat him as I would he unto me
Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money
With silicone and poetry
But it's the end of me
I thought it could change
I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange
I couldn't get there
Behind his wall of Sunday papers
I thought it could change
I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange
But dreaming is for moonrise
And moonlight ails these tired eyes
I treat him like a lady
I treat him as I would he unto me
Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money
With silicone and poetry
And it's the end of me
Here I am
Here I am
And here I stand
Here in my kitchen where I'm familiar with every brand
Here I am
A frontline with labels where I witness custard's last stand
Here I am
Part of these releases
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- Track 7 on Equally Cursed & Blessed
- 6 Karaoke Queen
- 8 Valerian
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- Track 14 on Platinum Collection
- 13 Dazed, Beautiful & Bruised
- 15 Godspeed
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- Track 7 on Equally Cursed and Blessed
- 6 Karaoke Queen
- 8 Valerian
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