Llama Farmers
empty head
My soul is grey, my heart is black.
Spin three times, when sharp hits back.
Burst a bruise, my hands that glow.
I fake my smile, to be low... to be low.
We were tired almost fell a sleep.
Filled our lungs out souls the key.
You pulled me up, my number one.
Freeze my head, my face is numb.
Affection lost 'coz I am sad.
Let's slip away, I almost had... almost had.
We held hands somehow I'm afraid.
Kissed your lips taste of lemonade.
lemonade.
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- Dead Letter Chorus
- El Toppo
- Melody Maker Presents: Reading 98
- The Dead Cheap Fierce Panda Sampler
- Paper Eyes
- Yellow
- Note on the Door
- Same Song / Movie
- Big Wheels
- Snow White
- Beggars Banquet: Tea for 2000
- Get the Keys and Go
- Rock Sound: Music With Attitude, Volume 19
- Rolling Stone: New Voices, Volume 39
- Get the Keys and Go EP