Letra Michel de Waxahatchee

Letra de Michel

Waxahatchee


Michel
Waxahatchee
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[Verso 1]
Hands under my clothes
You can't let it go
You set it up masterfully
And then blame it all on me

[Verso 2]
Cynicism smothering
Planted, blossoming in me
Our fun is toxic and bold
Embellished and oversold

[Coro]
Embody me because I am weak
And I moved out but I never opened my mouth
I never opened my mouth

[Verso 3]
It's late
I'm up on the roof
In New York and I hung up on you
I can't pay for the mistakes I made
So I'll just let this die and decay


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