Pulp - Acrylic Afternoons Song Lyrics
I fell asleep on your sofa,
And had a dream about a small child,
In dungarees,
Who caught his hands in the doors of the Paris metro.
Then my face cracked open and you were ther[......]
U hebt te veel bezochte pagina's ...
De inhoud is verborgen.
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Roadkill
Sunrise
The Night Minnie Timperley Died
The Trees
Weeds
Weeds Ii (Origin Of The Species)
A Little Soul
Glory Days
Help The Aged
Party Hard
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