Paroles de la chanson Peeled Apples par Manic Street Preachers
Auteurs: Pink,Polow Da Don,Richey Edwards,James Dean Bradfield
Editeurs: Sony Atv Music Publishing France,Sm Publishing Uk Limited
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Paroles de la chanson Peeled Apples par Manic Street Preachers
You know so little about me
What if I turn into a werewolf or something?
The more I see, the less I scream
The figure eight inside out is infinity
The naked light bulb is always wrong
They make your break complete
Then they blow it to kingdom come
Riderless horses on Chomsky's Camelot
Bruises on my hands from digging my nails out
A series of images, against you and me
Trespass your torment if you are what you want to be
I once impersonated a shop work dummy
The Levi jean will always be stronger than an Uzi
A dwarf takes his cockerel out on the cockfight
Falcons attack the pigeons in the west wing at night
What if I turn into a werewolf or something?
The more I see, the less I scream
The figure eight inside out is infinity
The naked light bulb is always wrong
They make your break complete
Then they blow it to kingdom come
Riderless horses on Chomsky's Camelot
Bruises on my hands from digging my nails out
A series of images, against you and me
Trespass your torment if you are what you want to be
I once impersonated a shop work dummy
The Levi jean will always be stronger than an Uzi
A dwarf takes his cockerel out on the cockfight
Falcons attack the pigeons in the west wing at night
Riderless horses on Chomsky's Camelot
Bruises on my hands from digging my nails out
A series of images, against you and me
Trespass your torment if you are what you want to be
Riderless horses on Chomsky's Camelot
Bruises on my hands from digging my nails out
A series of images, against you and me
Trespass your torment if you are what you want to be
Bruises on my hands from digging my nails out
A series of images, against you and me
Trespass your torment if you are what you want to be
Riderless horses on Chomsky's Camelot
Bruises on my hands from digging my nails out
A series of images, against you and me
Trespass your torment if you are what you want to be
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