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Siouxsie And The Banshees Sick Child

say you will King of moon gloomy afternoon Losing track of word & metre Still shaking in this tear room Like a sick child Still shaking nothing reconciled Like a sick child

could say you will King of moon gloomy afternoon Losing track of word & metre Still shaking in this tear room Like a sick child Still shaking nothing reconciled Like a sick child