| Fog Dog |
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| Today I was good at the city |
| Today I made some money |
| See mommy? |
| Today I kissed a real beauty |
| She was a painting she was glowing |
| She was Santa Fe and roughed up copper |
| A real wrist-knocker |
| A teenager next to an ash tray |
| Under a grand piano they laid |
| And nostrils flared as they misbehaved |
| David he played us a silent fugue |
| Ears stuffed with flowers while Joe Joe cruised |
| And Duncan stirred though nothing was heard |
| And I thought I saw your face in the fog |
| But it was just the fog |
| Oh my god |
| The fruits were all cold |
| The fruits were all cold |
| The fruits were all cold |
| The fruits were all cold |
| And swelling |
| They put a hard face to soft sleep |
| Pillowy |
| Oh daddy |
| I’m seventeen |
| Well aren’t all we |
Lyrics Fog Dog - Porches
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Song from the album: Slow Dance in the Cosmos
In the genre:Инди
Release date:26.08.2013
Song language:English
Record label:Exploding In Sound
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