David Lynch Imaginary Girl текст песни, слова песни Imaginary Girl David Lynch
David Lynch - Imaginary Girl
A fiction
I am a dog on a chain
A prisoner
When I see her walk
To and fro
My teeth grope on
All reason goes
Swing pretty girl
Swing
It ain't real anyway
Fields so blue
All drenched in red
Clouds up in the sun
I feel so dead
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