Artist: Catatonia Album: Equally Cursed & Blessed Title: Bulimic Beats I thought we'd escape I packed a fishing line and counted on it I thought we'd escape I packed a fishing line and counted on it But dreaming is for moonrise Amd moonlight also ails those tired eyes I treat him like a lady I treat him as i would he unto me Give rose rose-seller a run for her money With silicone and poetry But it's the end of me I thought it could change I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange I couldn't get there behind walls of sunday papers I thought it could change I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange But dreaming is for moonrise And moonlight ails these tired eyes I treat him like a lady I treat him as i would he unto me Give rose rose-seller a run for her money With silicone and poetry And it's the end of me Here i am Here i am And here i stand Here in my kitchen where i familiar with every brand Here i am A front line with labels where i witness custard's last stand Here i am

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