I Can’t Be Beautiful Lyrics by Feeding Fingers
Vulgar herdings of
Willing patients thought
To see the ashes
I can’t be beautiful
Surgery and art
Wide open stars
Let yourself from
My broken arms
Wait for me
In the trees
Currency and God
Lie and throw your darts
Then see the end can’t be beautiful
Wait for me
In the leaves
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Feeding Fingers Lyrics – I Can’t Be Beautiful