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PORTISHEAD >> Merchandise Links
PORTISHEAD
As she walks in the room Scented and torn Hesitating once more And as I take on myself And the bitterness I felt I realize that love lost Wild, white horses They will take me away And the tenderness I feel Will send the dark underneath Will I follow Through the glory of life I will scatter on the floor Disappointed and sore And in my thoughts I have bled From the riddles I've been fed Another lie moves over Wild, white horses They will take me away And the tenderness I feel Will send the dark home to me Will I follow Well, white horses They will take me away And the tenderness I feel Will send the dark underneath Will I follow
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