The Stills

The Stills - Of Montreal

rate me

The falling free on, it's turning me on

It drips on the street, the sun cries from the heat

I love feeling beat, I'll kiss the lipstick on your teeth

Friends getting old, we all dig for gold

The crumbs and pieces, the dead mess in the sink

Turning me on, Turning me on

The night's so happy, the base drum heavy

The photo glossy, the people pretty

Turning me on...

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