Paroles de Suitcase
There's a swarm in my stomachI think it's probably just my head
And my girl, she's a stone
I think your mother suits me more...
I calm myself on evenings with anything you smoke
Rest my head on the ceiling, thinking
I think your mother suits me more...
It's out of my hands.
I'm hidden like a stow away, I'm hidden like a stow away
You can call me a suitcase, you can carry me around
You can carry me around, you can call me suitcase
You can call me suitcase, you can carry me around...
Rest my head on the ceiling, thinking
I think your mother suits me more...
It's out of my hands.
I'm hidden like a stow away, I'm hidden like a stow away
You can call me a suitcase, you can carry me around
You can carry me around, you can call me suitcase
You can call me suitcase, you can carry me around...
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