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• Artiste: Torres
• Titre: Records Of Your Tenderness
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You, in the corner watching me You, with the gaze I die beneath You smoked Parliament blues in my living room And I went and hoarded the ash I let myself love you knowing I could never look back I've dug so many graves that I never had plans to fill I've saved records of your tenderness that you say don't exist See, my mind's an overgrown orchard Can't get in one word in front of the other You know my mind's an overgrown orchard Oh, I can't believe you're coming over You, your skirt raised to your knees You, with the hidden hand You, I wore with disbelief, laid me bare on linoleum While the morning goes empty I limp off the victory gin In the winter of love I forget to check in with my friends I've dug so many graves that I never had plans to fill I've saved records of your tenderness that you say don't exist Oh, my mind's an overgrown orchard Can't get in one word in front of the other You know my mind's an overgrown orchard Oh, I can't believe you're coming over You know my mind's an overgrown orchard I can't get in one word in front of the other You know my mind's an overgrown orchard Oh, I do not want this to be over