portishead "the rip" | As she walks in the room scented and tall hesitating once more as I take on myself and the bitterness I felt I realise that love flows Wild... Through the glory of life I will scatter them on the floor disappointed and sore And in my thoughts I have bled for the riddles I've been fed another lie moves over Wild, white horses they will take me away and the tenderness I feel will send the dark underneath will I follow? |
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