Lyrics:Ill be the nocturne hymn youll dream upon A bitter lover in dull moments Down to your utmost whim, Ill make the best of it Ill sew by hand the hem our seams upon In fits of laughter and slight moans Until your light goes dim, Ill do what I can Forced then rejoiced with a hum Though how I meant well, through my untrained eyes
Lyrics:You can touch that bottom / You should go London / To catch the atmospheres / And be part of the funeral (phrase repeated throughout...)
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