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VERSURI BELLY
| Belly - Angel |
| Give it to me, please
I said to god.
It's only fair.
Instead, he sent three angels
To move the river,
So now it flows by my house,
So now it goes by my house.
Angel
Angel
I'd still rather have the |
| Belly - Dream On Me |
| Hey bitchery,
You stole enough from me.
I gotta go.
I gotta go home now
In this misery.
You've had enough of me.
I gotta go.
I gotta go home now
Where there's easy love,
And there's easy life.
Dr |
| Belly - Dusted |
| Baby's playing dead in cellar.
Gave her water just got paler.
Grass stains, backburns, she's a screamer.
She's just dusted, leave her.
If you see her, don't upset her.
Never seems to get much better.
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| Belly - Feed The Tree |
| This old man I've talked about
Broke his own heart,
Poured it in the ground.
Big red tree grew up and out,
Throw up its leaves,
Spins round and round.
I know all this and more.
So take your hat off
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| Belly - Full Moon, Empty Heart |
| Sleep in now, now.
Sleep in now, now, now.
It's still night out.
Sleep in.
Don't look at me
Looking back at you,
Out the window backwards,
Out the window backwards.
Sleep.
See this child twice sto |
| Belly - Someone To Die For |
| Poor thing,
Poor thing.
Do you have a sister?
Would your lay your body
Down on the tracks for her?
Stand on one tiptoe
In hell for her?
Don't you have someone
You'd die for? |
| Belly - SuperConnected |
| On your third broken window,
Your hair full of glass,
Throw your clothes in the hallway,
Just a sheet on your back.
So you're super-connected now?
All the freaks gather around,
And the crowd in your |
| Belly - Sweet Ride |
| Climbing out,
We stumble around,
All smoky and soaked to the bone.
I carry the crown of a girl underground.
I'm down for a sweet ride.
I'm down for a sweet ride.
I'm down for a sweet ride,
So follow |
| Belly - The Bees |
| My blessed son, you...
You've got a lot to learn.
So I'm your best friend,
You love me, and
Well I'll tell you something:
We're on the road to messy.
Now the bees behind my eyes sing beware,
But my |
| Belly - White Belly |
| That was some hurricane,
Rode in on the back of a heart attack.
Made a mistake on the fire escape in San
Francisco.
Made my way back in a hallway in L.A.
Put on your black dress.
Float on your back.
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