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Hors d'œuvre Lyrics - Artist : Made In Heights
Placing your lips and shoulders on the carpet
Post-December hors d'œuvres in cold apartments Once we comb our feathers and cure your longing We sleep as winter pigeons on pavement falling Grinning in clothes and timbers as I departed Holding your hands and fingers as if applauding Hunting the moon; hung so low, we might have caught it Placing your lucky clovers on the carpet |
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