| | Bulimic Beats Lyrics Artist(Band):Catatonia
I packed a fishing line and counted on it I thought we'd escape I packed a fishing line and counted on it But dreaming is for moonrise And moonlight also ails those tired eyes I treat him like a lady I treat him as I would he unto me Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money With silicone and poetry But it's the end of me I thought it could change I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange I couldn't get there Behind walls of Sunday papers I thought it could change I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange But dreaming is for moonrise And moonlight ails these tired eyes I treat him like a lady I treat him as I would he unto me Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money With silicone and poetry And it's the end of me Here I am Here I am And here I stand Here in my kitchen where I familiar with every brand Here I am A front line with labels where I witness Custer's last stand Here I am If you find some error in Bulimic Beats Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Bulimic Beats The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Catatonia" Music | |
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