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May I Call You Beatrice

アーティスト:Wild Strawberries  アルバム:Grace 

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Just a little thought in the head of the one With the sunburnt cheeks and the eyes to the ground Making earwaxed tongue-tied gutter sounds Thinking of the lost rib, dialing the indelible Thinking the unthinkable-no one's home And the eyes say I don't believe we've met I don't believe you've had the privilege I don't believe we've met When the wind blows cold And the eyes of the child grow old When the erratic conga rises and falls Above the faithful metronome You can take me back to the gravestone See her strain from the weight of the globe Spinning around his assumptions-barefoot and tight-lipped He in his favourite chair blowing his world around First she's Beatrice, then she's


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