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Текст песни Elliott Smith - Coming Up Roses

Elliott Smith - Coming Up Roses слова песни

i`m a junkyard full of false startsand i don`t need yr permissionto bury my love under this bare light bulbthe moon is a sickle cellit`ll kill you in timeyou cold white brother riding yr bloodlike spun glass in sore eyeswhile the moon does its division you`re buried belowand you`re coming up roses everywhere you gored roses followthe things that you tell yourselfthey`ll kill you in timeyou cold white brother alive in yr bloodspinning in the night skywhile the moon does its division you`re buried belowand you`re coming up roses everywhere you gored rosesso you got in a kind of trouble that nobody knowsand you`re coming up roses everywhere you gored roses

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