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Wild Beasts
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Treacle Tin
Oh, sunken Within The treacle tin Sickly and swell'd In this blubbing Lull I am held A thespian in the throes Of this thick black Sticky roll Preserved In the plot A calamitous clot
Oh, the miasma Of this cheap Melodrama The soap For which I grope
I seem to remember Yeah, I Seem to remember Posing in a mirror without terror or a tut Giddy with the gluttony and supple in his strut
By now the bough Of me backbone Will have buckled Will have stooped So I can't remove The tin from the shelf
So I Lay down my empty self It were lovely Oh being happy.
Oh, sunken Within Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com The treacle tin Sickly and swell'd In this blubbing Lull I am held Oh the treacle's A-rubbin' a-dubbin' On me skin Stops the teasing getting in Oh the treacle tin's my hen, is my glam makes my trusty bed burn So I won't wake To no wake
I seem to remember Yeah, I Seem to remember Posing in a mirror without terror or a tut Giddy with the gluttony and supple in his strut
By now the bough Of me backbone Will have buckled Will have stooped So I can't remove The tin from the shelf So I just Lay down my empty self It were lovely Oh being happy.
By now the bough Of me backbone Will have buckled Will have stooped So I can't remove The tin from the shelf.
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