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Lyrics for 'Zink' by 'Bloem De Ligny'
Under Pale Sween Rivers Under Extracts Of Blue
Voluntrocities I Wonder And I Ask Myself Could This
Be It? And The Gloomy 'swounds' Of Sudden Eruptions
With Viny Acclimation Stops It Slides
Me Back And Tells Me It's Allright
Seashell Eyes
Moony Gloom
I Like Your Hair
Velocity
Mellow Stuff In My Belly And
Where Do I Go With My Weary Head
My Weary Head
A Retreat To A Place Called Zink My Nostrils
Shake As I Smell The Ink And I Love It It Is
Dark But Still Delicious I Like The Smell
I Shake And Curl And Wrinkle And Wrinkle And Stop
Thinking And Wrinkle And Wrinkle And Wrinkle And Wrinkle
Seashell Eyes
Moony Gloom
I Like Your Hair
Velocity
Mellow Stuff In My Belly And
Where Do I Go With My Weary Head
My Weary Head...
Does It Go In Between? Where Do I Stand
In Colluminity? Or, For This It Is Capturing
And Flintely Good To Have Your Face In My Head.
Seashell Eyes
Moony Gloom
I Like Your Hair
Velocity
Mellow Stuff In My Belly And
Where Do I Go With My Weary Head
Seashell Eyes
Moony Gloom
My Weary Head...
I Like Your Hair
Velocity
Mellow Stuff In My Belly And
Where Do I Go With My Weary Head
My Weary Head, My Weary Head...
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