Fake Fur Coat Songtext
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Behold the drift of a distant sun
Cold as my own heart
Blind at the edge of no return
Every time I dare depart
I believe the myth may illuminate
An anchor in dry weeds
At the end of July in a fake fur coat
Hoping that your heart still needs me
And rolling up my sleeves
To advertise the new freedom
I accept that I can't receive
Behold the gift of a distant sun
The canyons full of loose bones
The metals and brambles and the jack bitch boss
Thundering down from his thrown
I concede there's beauty in bubblegum
Cold as my own heart
Blind at the edge of no return
Every time I dare depart
I believe the myth may illuminate
An anchor in dry weeds
At the end of July in a fake fur coat
Hoping that your heart still needs me
And rolling up my sleeves
To advertise the new freedom
I accept that I can't receive
Behold the gift of a distant sun
The canyons full of loose bones
The metals and brambles and the jack bitch boss
Thundering down from his thrown
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