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The Subways - Not A Servant The Subways - Not A Servant |
| In the summertime I used to wait for the
Smell of the green grass and the blossoms
My eyes can see through the dense spots
Sing an ode to the roses in the garden
I can't see, but she don't smell right
I used to sing to you
Sing my special lullaby
You would send shivers up my spine
When I'm naked don't question my size
In the summertime I would wait for the
Smell of green grass and the roses
Can't hear a word that you say
Sing an ode to the roses in the garden
But, but she ain't quite right
I used to sing to you
Sing my special lullaby
You would send shivers up my spine
When I'm naked don't question my size |
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Ash:
The Subways:
The Subways:
Damien Rice:
Camille:
