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Bluebell

gotta look up And let the world see all the beauty that you're made of 'Cause the way you hang your head nobody can tell You're my Virginia Bluebell, my Virginia Bluebell

Lucy, remember the smell of that fall The fires of fungus and the rotting leaves I fell off the wagon into your arms Into this long month of Sundays And

Down in the park And the lust of the light Among the stray dogs and families I smell the bonfires, and Watch the bonbs Fireworks burst above the trees

you gotta look up and let the world see all the beauty that your made of cause the way you hang you head nobody can tell your my Virginia bluebell my Viginia bluebell

Пераклад: Babes In Toyland. Званочак.

met by complete chance In a bluebell field I'd like to hold you tight Hold you close Cover your mouth Burn all your clothes Chorus Walkin naked thru a bluebell

I met by complete chance In a bluebell field I'd like to hold you tight Hold you close Cover your mouth Burn all your clothes Chorus Walkin naked thru a bluebell

Down in the park And the lust of the light Among the stray dogs and families I smell the bonfires, and Watch the bonbs Fireworks burst above the trees

: Down in the park And the lust of the light Among the stray dogs and families I smell the bonfires, and Watch the bonbs Fireworks burst above the trees