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Song called "July", Lyrics:
Dumb torture
head and stomach tied
to my only altitude
putting in them all my manifold needs
when I try to get up legs tremble
then I’m laying on the soft floor
nodding and falling
stiff from the last floor
mirrors stay beside me
to watch and spy on my secret acts
your untouchable body
is like an imaginary white crown
down in my head that hold me whole
get in get in
this ugly gift to my ears
burning feeling
when all I want is falling asleep
into warm arms of the sun
drops of sadness
mixed sparks
I cannot use
I don’t want to listen
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Title July
Song called "July", Lyrics:
Dumb torture
head and stomach tied
to my only altitude
putting in them all my manifold needs
when I try to get up legs tremble
then I’m laying on the soft floor
nodding and falling
stiff from the last floor
mirrors stay beside me
to watch and spy on my secret acts
your untouchable body
is like an imaginary white crown
down in my head that hold me whole
get in get in
this ugly gift to my ears
burning feeling
when all I want is falling asleep
into warm arms of the sun
drops of sadness
mixed sparks
I cannot use
I don’t want to listen
Work type Music
Tags folk rock, july, song, grunge, rock
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Identifier 1703020896378
Entry date Mar 2, 2017, 8:22 PM UTC
License Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0
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Author. Holder Annalisa Rocca. Date Mar 2, 2017.
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