The Wytches

The Wytches - Crying Clown lyrics

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I catch my breath finally
She keeps me calm and suddenly, 
A relapse on old tricks tryina make a new 
In his car she finally 
Tampers with her sexuality 
Scratching at each other's minds till their in the nude 
As for me, my loyalty 
Is only sold illegally
To the pantomime crying clown 
Cry for me whilst upside down 
Salivating, bloody mouth 
Or passionately bloody mouth 
And graveyard girls swinging a bag like a pendulum 
For the static rustling
Plug me in, the record spins
And treat me like I wasn't someone that you knew
Annabelle she reads my dreams
Surrounding me in casualties, 
But I don't get mad cause I know it's what you do 
Over-priced phonologies
Brittle man he dress like me 
Like the pantomime crying clown 
Cry for me whilst upside down 
Salivating, bloody mouth 
Or passionately bloody mouth 
And graveyard girls swinging a bag like a pendulum 
She creates it 
For her own 
Her perfect body
She is perfect
Lonely
And graveyard girls swinging a bag like a pendulum 
She creates it 
For her own 
Her perfect body
She is perfect
Lonely
Like the pantomime
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Language: English

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