When the crumbling pastries cry
When the daises collide
When the lavender divides and conquers
You will find me
Amongst the flaming embers
For I am not a politician
But someone who follows her pleas
Bidding adieu to me and you
Bidding goodbye to what it could be like
Throaty syrups and palm tree queens
Margaritas and smoke screens
I'll take your scotch over my whiskey
I'll take your crumbling words over the mystery
Satisfaction guaranteed
Hundred percent real cotton
Moreover production
Label, label, label
*** on the beach
Let me be,
let me be,
oh, let me be.
Catastrophe.
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 11:05 AM UTC
When the crumbling pastries cry
When the daises collide
When the lavender divides and conquers
You will find me
Amongst the flaming embers
For I am not a politician
But someone who follows her pleas
Bidding adieu to me and you
Bidding goodbye to what it could be like
Throaty syrups and palm tree queens
Margaritas and smoke screens
I'll take your scotch over my whiskey
I'll take your crumbling words over the mystery
Satisfaction guaranteed
Hundred percent real cotton
Moreover production
Label, label, label
*** on the beach
Let me be,
let me be,
oh, let me be.
Catastrophe.
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