dEUS - Morticiachair lyrics

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Now, let's talk about the time I had this morticiachair in my apartment

Right there in front of the living room as an open invitation to strangers

A cold machine might show

Smiling like a face, waiting for a telephone call, of a beloved feline

She is in a state and it's california, she's been there for quite a while

I've got no presents, I've got no presents

Drop the phone, take the plane and come back home again

Drop the phone, take the plane and come back home again

Drop the phone, take the plane and come back home again

Drop the phone, take the plane and come back home again

Drop the phone, take the plane and come back home again

She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob

She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob

By the time of my second car crash I got totally wired

Like in the days I cut myself up with a razor-blade, oh nostalgia

Lost myself in so many ways I didn't know what to think of him

Ah, maybe I think to much, I don't think so

Fell madly in love with a couple of beautiful ears

It's only a variation

Had long and boring conversations about nothing

Talked so much I bored myself to death

And the more I talk, the more I turn into a vegetable

God I'm such a fool

She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob

She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob

I'll behave won't you shame me, I'm into deep, won't you shame me

She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob

I'll behave won't you shame me, I'm into deep, won't you shame me

She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob

Taste of orange, orange, little christ

I'm in her bath-tub, consulted

Consulted, consulted, consulted

She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob

She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob

I'll behave won't you shame me, I'm into deep, won't you shame me

She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob

I'll behave won't you shame me, I'm into deep, won't you shame me

She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob

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I'm bored, bored

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