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Paroles de la chanson Burial (from Mother Mary) par Anne Hathaway
Ah-ah, uh-uh
Ah-ah, uh-uh
I'll kill you softly
So sweetly, kindly
I'm mesmerizing, it's terrifying
This black suit fits like a glove
I was born to be the widow of love
Won't lose myself to a touch
I was born to be the widow of love
This black suit fits like a glove
I was born to be the widow of love
My red heart free like a dove
But you tell me that it's never enough
Ah-ah, uh-uh
I'll kill you softly
So sweetly, kindly
I'm mesmerizing, it's terrifying
This black suit fits like a glove
I was born to be the widow of love
Won't lose myself to a touch
I was born to be the widow of love
This black suit fits like a glove
I was born to be the widow of love
My red heart free like a dove
But you tell me that it's never enough
This is your burial (Ah-ah, uh-uh)
This is your burial (Ah-ah, uh-uh)
This is your burial
Don't come closer
I'll push you further
I'm mesmerizing a brutal lover (Oh)
This black suit fits like a glove
I was born to be the widow of love
Won't lose myself to a touch
I was born to be the widow of love
This black suit fits like a glove
I was born to be the widow of love
Born to be the widow of love
My red heart bleeds like a dove
But your teeth tell me I'm not enough
This is your burial (Ah-ah, uh-uh)
This is your burial
Don't come closer
I'll push you further
I'm mesmerizing a brutal lover (Oh)
This black suit fits like a glove
I was born to be the widow of love
Won't lose myself to a touch
I was born to be the widow of love
This black suit fits like a glove
I was born to be the widow of love
Born to be the widow of love
My red heart bleeds like a dove
But your teeth tell me I'm not enough
This is your burial (Ah-ah, uh-uh)
This is your burial (Ah-ah, uh-uh)
This is your burial
(Oh)
(Oh)
(Oh)
(Ah)
This black suit fits like a glove
I was born to be the widow of love
Won't lose myself to a touch
I was born to be the widow of love
This black suit fits like a glove
Won't lose myself to a touch
This black suit fits like a glove
This red heart bleeds like a dove
But your teeth tell me I'm not enough
This is your burial (Ah-ah, uh-uh)
This is your burial
(Oh)
(Oh)
(Oh)
(Ah)
This black suit fits like a glove
I was born to be the widow of love
Won't lose myself to a touch
I was born to be the widow of love
This black suit fits like a glove
Won't lose myself to a touch
This black suit fits like a glove
This red heart bleeds like a dove
But your teeth tell me I'm not enough
This is your burial
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