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purson - the bitter suite lyrics

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help me lord, out of my head
i’ve been good all day i swear, amen
santa claus, cut me some slack
you’ll never have hair like mushroom cap

auntie [?]
volumes one, two, three

preciously, witness of mine
love and serve that wine
[?], itches and tease
i’ll do anything for that relief

auntie [?]
volumes one, two, three

[?] are falling up to the beat
of a drummer playing on
faces of law and desire
storming the stage of bewitching
all of their guns
but evеn those
couldn’t s’pose
every bubblе gets blown away from a dream

rhythm and satan
won’t bring up the bacon
and it won’t fill the van
if only it will round up [?]
and tears of the clown
slaves the disaster
we fell for our master long ago
still there’s no room for our heads
no dough to make bread
oh we’ll get by

bobbins and [?]

i hung up on a flounder
and it’s time to cast my eye back to sleep
’cause there’s nothing he couldn’t do
to make me bleed
oh what has it got to do
and there’s nothing he couldn’t do
to spoil the day
and there is no need to explain
and there’s nothing i can do

the search for love is hollow
i am giving up tomorrow
if he doesn’t come

i love my little flounder
though they say he’s good for nothing
you see, there’s nothing like a heavy broken heart
oh passion and poetry
malady and art
but i still need something more
the search for love is hollow
i am giving up tomorrow
if he doesn’t come through my door
riding a white horse
and brandishing a sword
if he doesn’t come i swear that i will die

- purson lyrics

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