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ED HARCOURT >> Merchandise Links
ED HARCOURT
He don't live in the city He don't live in a town He lives close to the woodland Building a swamp in the dirty ground So watch me crawl Break down the door I'll nail you to the wooden floor Love won't crane it's ugly neck Yeah love just wastes his time Screaming as the woodpecker pecks Building a swamp and out of his mind So watch me crawl Break down the door I'll nail you to the wooden floor I hear the violence that dwells in me My heart is heavy but it never bleeds Jumped down the hole and he's never coming back Sick yellow twisted black ashes of the shack I hear the violence that dwells in me My heart is heavy but it never bleeds Jumped down the hole and he's never coming back Sick yellow twisted black ashes of the shack He don't live in the city He don't live in a town He lives close to the woodland Building a swamp in the dirty ground So watch me crawl Break down the door I'll nail you to the wooden floor I hear the violence that dwells in me My heart is heavy but it never bleeds Jumped down the hole and he's never coming back Sick yellow twisted black ashes of the shack I hate the violence that dwells in me My heart is heavy but it never bleeds Jumped down the hole and he's never coming back Sick yellow twisted black ashes of the shack Living in a burnt out cadillac Sleeping in a sack Never leaving a track Well never be exact...
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