3WW Lyrics – Verydeadly

Oh, these three wrong words
Oh, that we whisper
Like the rubbing hands
Of tourists in Verona

I just want to love you in my own language
There was a wayward lad
Stepped out one morning
The ground to be his bed

The sky his awning
Neon, neon, neon
A blue neon light in a midnight country field
Can’t surround so you lean on, lean on

So much your hugs become hold ons
Oh, these three wrong words
Oh, that we whisper
Like the rubbing hands

Of tourists in Verona
I just want to love you in my own language
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Verydeadly Lyrics – 3WW

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3WW