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The Wytches
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Robe For Juda
The putrid tongue said who's in front Is cheap and bound to die Like any man will hold your hand And spit then put them together
I want to be there I want to see it Oh what do you wear But the Robe for Juda?
When I search for her I hold her out Until we're above a fire
When I search for her I hold her out Until we're above a fire
The haze a steam, a lucid dream Of minds that were starved of ideas Then spat me out some dirty mouth Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com With words that bought us together
And I want to be there When you came just to leave her Oh what did you wear But the Robe for Juda
When I search for her I hold her out Until we're above a fire
When I search for her I hold her out Until we're above a fire
When I search for her, When I search for her, When I search for her, When I search for her...
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