Tuxedomoon
Tuxedomoon - Holiday For Plywood lyrics
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Sometimes in the finest of moments You find the furniture just doesn't fit Something about the carpet Makes you want to scream The ashtrays make you ill The hostess wants you to smile Don't sit on the sofa the plastic makes you sweat The bathroom's done in mirror tiles The toaster wants your blood
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Language: English
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