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Текст песни Throwing Muses - Vickys Box

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HeWont ride inCars anymoreIt reminds him ofBlowjobsThat hes a queerAnd his hairStuck to the roof, over the wheelLike a pigeon on a tireGoes aroundAnd circles over circlesAnd hes a queerAnd his hairOn the roofLike a pigeonGoes aroundSays hes a manAnd his eyesAnd his hairAnd his eyesSay hes a manHe wont ride anymoreHe wont ride anymoreHe wont ride anymoreHome is a rageFeels like a cageHome is what you readHow you breatheHome is how you liveI feel boxed inI feel boxed inI feel boxed inThink Ill be all rightHome is where the heart liesThe heart liesThe heart liesWelcome homeWelcome homeWelcome homeIts under the strangle of winter (? )I only love pieces of things that I hateLike this box, this piece of roofI cant grasp, cant see trueA piece of pastDays like todayLike a decade agoPainful to remember like todayIve been here another year, another dayOcean waving flies and a childGirl you complainTo kiss the rotten broken kneeYou may be dreamingYou may be bleedingYou may be in this boxA kitchen is a place where you prepareAnd clean upClean upClean upClean up

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Vickys Box

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