Angel
I’m laying down eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spiderweb
I think of how to change myself
- Fever Ray, Keep The Streets Empty For Me
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I’m laying down eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spiderweb
I think of how to change myself
- Fever Ray, Keep The Streets Empty For Me
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