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Sparklehorse

Tears On Fresh Fruit

 

Tears On Fresh Fruit

(album: Vivadixiesubmarinetransmission - 1995)


Just when you've found your way to
The boiler room
They come and dig you out
With picks and shovels and
Acetelyne torches

I couldn't do nothing but watch as her tears fell on fresh fruit
Behind the boney walls of my skull
There was playing a lullaby

La la la...

We're just trying to be free
Of our bodies
Our stomachs full of liquor
All our lungs
Full of water

I couldn't do nothing but watch as her tears fell on fresh fruit
Behind the boney walls of my skull
There was playing a lullaby

La la la...

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