Cold War Kids - Pregnant Lyrics

Sliver to see
speaking in tongues
deft as a surgeon's knife
cloven through bone

pregnant with doubt
you figured out
tricks of the trade to make
a whisper shout
mouth full of sweets
rotting your teeth
lift up the rug and sweep
it underneath

you... were... breme...
when... you... don't...

believe
 

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