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• Artiste: Wombats (The)
• Titre: Walking Disasters
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She used to get her kicks from a fall to the floor But now she's always wasted A total looker, but she's jaded The kind of shivering wreck that I adore I can't offer you a rescue I can tell you what I'd do I'd tell my mother that I love her dearly And tell my father that I need him back again And if these words wont drop from your lips I will be your freudian slip And flowers might wilt when we walk past And self-help might help when it makes us laugh Only finding questions in answers You and I are just walking disasters You and I are just walking disasters You and I are just walking disasters She only finds her love in a downtown score Consumption makes her stronger She's the sweetest anaconda The kind of lack of respect that I adore I cant offer you a recuse But when you've lost all that you have left to lose I'd tell my mother that I love her dearly And tell my father that I need him back again And if these words won't drop from your lips I will be your freudian slip As sharp as a knife and as blunt as a wheel You be my calm I'll be your pneumatic drill And what we'll never want, we'll always need Right now we need some pop psychology To keep us up-beat So tell your mother thatyou love her dearly And tell your father your won't lock him out again And if these words wont drop from your lips I will be your freudian slip And flowers might wilt when we walk past And self-help might help when it makes us laugh Only finding questions in answers You and I are just walking disasters You and I are just walking disasters You and I are just walking disasters