Текст песни: P J HARVEY - Urn With Dead Flowers In A Drained Pool
I need your lie
Darling love lies
And if you gave it to me
I`d hold it in the palm of my hand
Like a good luck charm, or a vice
And i`d reach up like a child to receive it
There is no more said
There is no more real
I got sun on my back
I remember you
Take me inside
Your warm love lie
And if he took me
I`d hold him up to the light
Like a god, or a good luck charm, or a vice
And i`d open up like a child to believe it
There is no more said
There is no more real
Got sun on my back
And I remember you
No
There is no more said
There`s, there is no more real
I got sun on my back
And I remember you
And still you can`t give your peace to me
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I need your lie
Darling love lies
And if you gave it to me
I`d hold it in the palm of my hand
Like a good luck charm, or a vice
And i`d reach up like a child to receive it
There is no more said
There is no more real
I got sun on my back
I remember you
Take me inside
Your warm love lie
And if he took me
I`d hold him up to the light
Like a god, or a good luck charm, or a vice
And i`d open up like a child to believe it
There is no more said
There is no more real
Got sun on my back
And I remember you
No
There is no more said
There`s, there is no more real
I got sun on my back
And I remember you
And still you can`t give your peace to me
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The Dancer
The Desperate Kingdom Of Love
The Garden
The Letter
The Life And Death Of Mr Badmouth
The Pocket Knife
The River
The Sky Lit Up
The Slow Drug
The Whores Hustle And The Hustlers Whore
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This Mess We`re In
To Bring You My Love
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Victory
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We Float
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