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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Floral Jacket
Floral Jacket
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
James O'Hara
James O'Hara
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

The touch, the feel of cigarettes The parting of his lips And though I can't forget the rest With lust, there's no regret From now to then, I get a little weak Oh no The thought of life has brought me to defeat Oh yeah His hands are leading down my hips Infinite pure bliss Although I've confessed all my sins I'll do it all again From now to then, I get a little weak Oh no The thought of life has brought me to defeat Oh yeah You shake with words that just keep lingering Oh no The rage is here let's bring them to their knees And I said You missed the bus checking the time Turned to see you cry Poor decisions are a crime But baby you're all From now to then, I get a little weak Oh no The thought of life has brought me to defeat Oh yeah You shake with words that just keep lingering Oh no The rage is here let's bring them to their knees
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