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David Bowie

Untitled No. 1

 

Untitled No. 1

(album: The Buddha Of Suburbia - 1993)


In mornings she's so regal that the valley sighs
In the chilly sea that killed her real slows
Now we're swimming up farther with the doll by our sides
Fill the cup with these sleepy souls

Shimi Kapoor
It's clear that some things never take
Shimi Kapoor
Please heal these tears
Shimi Kapoor

She will feel like at tea make me laugh all along
With such feats like sex only brought upon
Ooh lady, ooh baby, maybe I'll live my lies alone
Jesus, up here, hear me, I, up up up up oh ah

Shimi Kapoor
It's clear that some things never take
Shimi Kapoor
Please heal these tears
Shimi Kapoor

Shimi Kapoor
Shimi Kapoor
Shimi Kapoor
Shimi Kapoor

Please heal these tears

Shimi Kapoor
It's clear that some things never take
Shimi Kapoor
It's clear that some things never
Shimi Kapoor
Please heal these tears

Ah how
Shimi Kapoor
Ah how
Some things never
Shimi Kapoor
Ah how
Never never

done

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