Тексты песен «Lydia Lunch»

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Lydia Lunch - Gloomy Sunday

Sunday is gloomy My hours are slumber less Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers Will never awaken you Not where the black coach Of sorrow has taken you Angels have no thoughts Of...

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Lydia Lunch - Lethe

Come to my arms, cruel and sullen thing Indolent beast, come to my arms again For I would plunge my fingers in your mane And be a long time unremembering Bury myself in you, Breathe your wild perfume, remorselessly For...