 Cocteau Twins | 72 of 75 |  Back7071727374Next | | | | | | | | | Each is not my love, moan I for what I make up hundreds so I know how to make love There, you can have my youth, I know I have loved Started to see him, till when I married him To yearn admits youre outside to me Grow up I have seen these all my life, perhaps a lot more And I have been so naive All move and try he knew not And your spangle, how it hurts, and I have feelings To yearn admits youre outside to me Grow up |
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