Текст песни Hitchcock Robyn And The Egyptians - Wax Doll
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Son, there are mirros here-watch your performing little whalesOr snip your harness of and take another walk around the bayThe way the English say we only mustn`t grumble in the endA needle in your back, an arrow in your heart, you smileCHORUSIs your wax doll still crying in the fire?It cramps your handwriting, and dulls what little style you haveYou cast your mind back to professionals like Alan BreezeWho sees the windows freeze and hands around the keys"Unlock yourself," he says, but no one ever doesExcept for Jacob Lurch, and Mr. Moose and DandyCHORUSDo you think that anybody wants to be your friendNow that they know?Son, there are breakers here-your living room it glides across the seaOr high above waves, the wrinkled little waves you cannot smoothWe travel everywhere, we`re gonna take the suburbs to the starsIf I was man enough I`d come on your stumpIf I was man enough I`d come on your stumpBut don`t you know, this is the Home CountiesCHORUS--------------------------------------------------------------------------