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• Artiste: Boyish
• Titre: Jumbos
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My girls a real smoke show I'm barely keeping up Does her face from her phone On the north bound hackney bus Skull crusher in the back seat I make poison out of everything Would it kill you to believe in me I need a deprecating fantasy She's turning round baby With a screech and a yell Said that dream wasn't real But that's just not the way it feels in my head In ten years we'll summer At your fathers English home We'll pick strawberries look at childhood photos Our neighbors here are off a bit Like they're all coming down from it Throw your legs across my arms and hips A fever dream, a sleeper hit She's turning round baby With a screech and a yell Said that dream wasn't real But that's just not the way it feels in my head Don't know if I want it to end Don't know what I want I've only ever been inside of my head You and I don't wanna die but we don't wanna suffer You and I could never die but we don't wanna suffer She's turning round baby With a screech and a yell Said that dream wasn't real But that's just not the way it feels in my head Don't know if I want it to end Don't know what I want I've only ever been inside of my