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Gretchen's Theme

Simon Waskow
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I lived where soft bottles feed veins Where they force the stream A place where the gods know what I know They can dance on the carpets and lay down their shoes Long do they covet and sway till they bruise Boy, we had it Boy, we had it We had it, boy Fiction all over me, baby Illusion We had it, boy They can dance on the carpets and lay down their shoes We fall for their likeness and year for their youth Boy, we had it We had it, boy Fiction all over me, baby Illusion We had it, boy Fiction all over me, baby Illusion We had it, boy Fiction all over me, baby Illusion We had it, boy We had it, boy (I lived where soft bottles feed veins) (Where they force the stream) Fiction all over me, baby (A place where the gods know what I know) Illusion We had it, boy (I lived where soft bottles feed veins) (Where they force the stream) Fiction all over me, baby (A place where the gods know what I know) Illusion