Frou-frou Foxes in Midsummer Fires (Remaster) - Cocteau Twins

I buckle and rosed

As god and the rest

How mere riches be

A war or we lose

Close into symbols

A fly drinks the ignitions

They turn infant's breath my

Milk and wrap her baby

In day yeah

And night to come

I buckle and rosed

As god and the rest

How mere riches be

A war or we lose

Close into symbols

A fly drinks the ignitions

They turn infant's breath my

Milk and wrap her baby

In day yeah

And night to come

Their little hands

Smooth all things

And nauseum

Singed by it pulled around of my blazening

Eyes on the usually science of cherry colored

Limelight not the music it's plain as as can be so

All of the time I improvise by making sure

Is to wait for you

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Pulled rounder

Pulled rounder

Singed by it pulled around of my blazening

Eyes on the usually science of cherry colored

Limelight not the music it's plain as as can be so

All of the time I improvise by making sure

Is to wait for you

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Trousers

Tighter

Tighter

Their fan I tickle

From serpents to dragons

I'd immerse you in flame

Your milk and your passion

Lead weight for his from his old turn

The young I was eagerest

On using the stairs I

How nested to find you

I buckle and rosed

As god and the rest

How mere riches be

A war all we lose

Close into symbols

A fly drinks the ignitions

They turn infant's breath my

Milk and wrap to her baby

In day yeah

And night to come

Their little hands

Smooth all things

And nauseum

Things old yeah

And young yeah

Rise here comes our reason

New skies are a young escape to find you

Singed by it pulled around of my blazening

Eyes on the usually science of cherry coloured

Limelight not the music it's plain as as can be so

All of the time I improvise by making sure

Is to wait for you

Pulled rounder

Pulled rounder

Pulled rounder

Pulled rounder

Singed by it pulled around of my blazening

Eyes on the usually science of cherry colored

Limelight not the music it's plain as as can be so

All of the time I improvise by making sure

Is to wait for you

Pulled rounder

Pulled rounder

Pulled rounder

Pulled rounder

Singed by it pulled around of my blazening

Eyes on the usually science of cherry colored

Limelight not the music it's plain as as can be so

All of the time I improvise by making sure

Is to wait for you

Pulled rounder

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