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Edmund Irwin-Singer
Edmund Irwin-Singer
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Andrew MacFarlane
Andrew MacFarlane
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Joe Seaward
Joe Seaward
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David Algernon Bayley
David Algernon Bayley
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David Algernon Bayley
David Algernon Bayley
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Dave Bayley
Dave Bayley
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Matt Wiggins
Matt Wiggins
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Joe Hartwell Jones
Joe Hartwell Jones
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David Wrench
David Wrench
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Mandy Parnell
Mandy Parnell
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David Algernon Bayley
David Algernon Bayley
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Glass Animals
Glass Animals
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Tom Morris
Tom Morris
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Слова

Alright, come close Let me show you everything I know A jungle slang Spinning 'round my head and I stare While my naked fool Fresh out of an icky gooey womb A woozy youth Dopes up on her silky smooth perfume Right my little pooh bear, wanna take a chance? Wanna sip this smooth air, kick it in the sand? I'll say I told you so but you just gonna cry You just wanna know those peanut butter vibes My, my simple sir, this ain't gonna work Mind my wicked words and tipsy topsy slurs I can't take this place, no I can't take this place I just wanna go where I can get some space Truth be told I've been there, I've done this all before I take your gloom I curl it up and puff it into plumes Right my little pooh bear, wanna take a chance? Wanna sip this smooth air, kick it in the sand? I'll say I told you so but you just gonna cry You just wanna know those peanut butter vibes My, my simple sir, this ain't gonna work Mind my wicked words and tipsy topsy slurs I can't take this place, no I can't take this place I just wanna go where I can get some space Hold my hand, float back to the summer time Tangled in the willows, now our tongues are tied How can I believe you, how can I be nice? Tripping 'round the tree stumps in your summer smile Right my little pooh bear, wanna take a chance? Wanna sip this smooth air, kick it in the sand? I'll say I told you so but you just gonna cry You just wanna know those peanut butter vibes My, my simple sir, this ain't gonna work Mind my wicked words and tipsy topsy slurs I can't take this place, no I can't take this place I just wanna go where I can get some space
Writer(s): David Algernon Bayley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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