Tears on Fresh Fruit — текст песни (Sparklehorse)

Just when youve found your way to

The boiler room

They come and dig you out

With picks and shovels and

Acetelyne torches



I couldnt do nothing but watch as her tears fell on fresh fruit

Behind the boney walls of my skull

There was playing a lullaby



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Were just trying to be free

Of our bodies

Our stomachs full of liquor

All our lungs

Full of water



I couldnt do nothing but watch as her tears fell on fresh fruit

Behind the boney walls of my skull

There was playing a lullaby



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