• Milky Mouth

    All around me

    Everything smells

    It's not a crime,

    What a pity


    Blowing my words

    Your hand on my shoulder

    My feets in your shoes

    Too big, and too dirty you know


    My head on the wall

    My fingers bleeding

    Because of you, you know

    And my teeth fall down


    I have a pretty song in my head

    It reminds me of you

    Every word is for you

    Each note is for us


    But babies are flying in a real world

    And the shadow of my hand is dead

    Your voice has left,

    I can't survive


    My troubador died

    Can't feel my legs

    My troubador died

    Can't feel my heart anymore






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