Old Growns
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Old Growns lyrics

GenreAlternativo Indie
Duration5:52
Original languageEnglish
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Since we met, I've died a hundred deaths Collected reborn skin, shed it again Will you take your hands, design a heavy hem With fingers so delicate, and destroy the stitch The old gowns we've kept hang loose and do not fit Let them fall from hips and pile on the floor A pounding chest, reckless and restless Oh take my breath with the softest kiss

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