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Lyrics for 'Bulimic Beats' by 'Catatonia'
I Thought We'd Escape
I Packed A Fishing Line And Counted On It
I Thought We'd Escape
I Packed A Fishing Line And Counted On It
But Dreaming Is For Moonrise
Amd Moonlight Also Ails Those Tired Eyes
I Treat Him Like A Lady
I Treat Him As I Would He Unto Me
Give Rose Rose-seller A Run For Her Money
With Silicone And Poetry
But It's The End Of Me
I Thought It Could Change
I'd Wake Up One Morning And Find Nothing To Rearrange
I Couldn't Get There Behind Walls Of Sunday Papers
I Thought It Could Change
I'd Wake Up One Morning And Find Nothing To Rearrange
But Dreaming Is For Moonrise
And Moonlight Ails These Tired Eyes
I Treat Him Like A Lady
I Treat Him As I Would He Unto Me
Give Rose Rose-seller A Run For Her Money
With Silicone And Poetry
And It's The End Of Me
Here I Am
Here I Am
And Here I Stand
Here In My Kitchen Where I Familiar With Every Brand
Here I Am
A Front Line With Labels Where I Witness Custard's Last Stand
Here I Am
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