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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dry Cleaning
Dry Cleaning
Performer
Florence Shaw
Florence Shaw
Vocals
Lewis Maynard
Lewis Maynard
Bass Guitar
Nick Buxton
Nick Buxton
Drums
Tom Dowse
Tom Dowse
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Florence Shaw
Florence Shaw
Lyrics
Lewis Maynard
Lewis Maynard
Composer
Nick Buxton
Nick Buxton
Composer
Tom Dowse
Tom Dowse
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dry Cleaning
Dry Cleaning
Engineer
Joe Jones
Joe Jones
Engineer
John Parish
John Parish
Producer

Lyrics

Just an emo, dead stuff collector Things come to the brain Let's look at the geophase Let's wait for the results from the geophase Just an emo, dead stuff collector Things come to the brain Spent £17 on mushrooms for you 'Cause I'm silly Just an emo, dead stuff collector Things come to the brain This week is holy week I just wanted to tell you I've got scabs on my head It's useless to live I've been thinking about eating that hotdog for hours Kiss me, better leave only when we must While someone holds the door Too much to about So don't ask It's useless to live I just want to tell you I got scabs on my head Made me realize My own ambition in life is to rip the roots of you hair Just want to be liked Ten blades, dearth and wealth Flower brick painted in blue On the sloping edge of hours of flowers On the front, Chinese landscape On the side, figures in a Dutch landscape It's Europe It's Europe It's Europe It's Europe In a painted foreground at the bottom Is a famous anamorphic Which when we examine more Is revealed to be human skull It's seems like a lot of garlic Lonely beyond lovely You just want to be liked I like you, stay It's Europe Just an emo, dead stuff collector Things come to the brain Too much to ask about So don't ask
Writer(s): Nicholas Hugh Andrew Buxton, Thomas Paul Dowse, Lewis Maynard, Florence Cleopatra Shaw Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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