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Above The Bed

Album: The Bedroom Sessions
By:
Geri X

Duration

2:48

Genres

Indie Rock

Lyrics

Out in the city where the poor souls sleep we’ve been building an army fighting. You disappear in the sunlight like dust on wind I only hear you late at night like a sad violin. I took a picture of you and put it over my bed, but you’ve been dead. A living picture of you is hanging over my bed, but you’ve been dead. Back in the city in a box full of soul I’ve been looking of pety under blankets, upon blankets of snow. Think of me as a place you would go to rest covered in cob webs in a rotting chest.

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