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Clouds descending... I'm not policing what you think and dream. I run into your thought from cross the room. Just another trick... can I weather this? I've got a fever above my waist, you got a squeezebox on your knee. I know the truth is in between the 1st and the 40th drink... Concertina, concertina, a chill that bends. This I swear, you're the fiercest calm I've been in. Concertina, concertina, try infrared. This I swear, you're the fiercest calm... I've been in... The soul-quake happened here in a glass world. Particle by particle she slowly changes. She likes hanging Chinese paper cuts. Just another fix... can I weather this? I got my fuzz all tipped to play. I got a dub on your landscape. Then there's your policy of trancing the sauce without the blame... Concertina, concertina, a chill that bends. This I swear, you're the fiercest calm I've been in... Concertina, concertina, try infrared. This I swear, you're the fiercest calm... I've been in... Letras de cancionesToo far... Too far... Too far... It could all get away, too cheerful, no no no. I've got a fever above my waist, you got a squeezebox on your knee. I know the truth lies between the 1st and the 40th drink... Concertina, concertina, a chill that bends. This I swear, you're the fiercest calm I've been in... Concertina, concertina, try infrared. This I swear, you're the fiercest calm... I've been in... Clouds descending... From Letras Mania